Chapter 360

Calliope Godfrey leaned against the railing, eyes fixed on the balcony of Angelina Miller’s hospital room, lost in thought. Out of nowhere, a large, well-defined hand reached over, gently turning her face until she was looking straight into someone’s eyes. Conrad Hilliard had bent slightly, his deep, dark gaze meeting hers. “What’s on your mind?” Calliope didn't beat around the bush. “I’m trying to get one of Angelina’s hairs. Got any tricks up your sleeve?” Conrad’s expression didn’t even twitch. “There’s probably some in the bathroom. I’ll have someone distract her while I sneak in and check,” he said casually, like he was volunteering to grab a drink, already moving to leave. His decisiveness caught her off guard, and she instinctively grabbed his firm arm. “You’re not even gonna ask why I need it?” Conrad turned back, his eyes gentle, voice calm and certain. “If you need it, then it’s important. Just wait here.” Then he walked off without looking back. Calliope stood there, a bit s