The short nightie Eva had given her was scandalous, but it was just the impression she wanted to make on the brothers.Besides, with Eva attending a late study group and Marietta gone for the night, who is going to see me?That thought in mind, Samara opened the door and peeked down the hall. No one. Just as I thought. She padded barefoot over the hardwood floors.At the staircase, she took a moment to right her senses. It seemed the vertigo was still with her.I could take the elevator…or call them to come to me. Or even wait another hour, and they will come up on their own.Samara dismissed those ideas nearly as quickly as she thought them. Any of them would undermine the independence she was proclaiming by going to them, whether James and Jason knew about it or not.Besides that, I want them. Now. Right now.Hold the rail. Take it slow. She repeated the mantra silently as she inched down the stairs.At one point, Samara was sure she heard someone behind her. She turned to look, cautiously, wary of slipping on the marble stairs.
