Home. Funny, she hadn’t expected to fall so in love with Emery’s home to the point that she thought of it as hers, too. But it was true. She’d never felt more connected to a place in her life. The apartment back in Kansas had never been home. Instead it was a rest stop on the way to where she was meant to be. Arriving at Lockwood Manor that first night…that had been like coming home. Emery had been right beside her, his body pressed flush to hers as they’d passed through the gates and entered the realm of her dreams, a world where she could be happy, she could belong. She suppressed a shiver of longing. If only it were true. But Lockwood wasn’t her home. She was there only for a story and only for a short time. Emery hadn’t been interested in keeping her around for long, and certainly not
