Calculated Collision

Kaelen’s POV

I woke up to the soft, unforgiving light of a Manhattan morning filtering through the heavy velvet curtains of the guest suite. I never really take bitches to my main bedroom, but if Raina Beaumont so much as looked my way, I wouldn't hesitate. The air in this wing of the estate was cooler, detached from the suffocating domesticity Daphne was trying so desperately to cultivate. Beside