Sophia
The air in the treatment zone was warm and still, unlike the other parts of the island where the air was cold and somewhat icy.
The air carried the faint scent of lavender from the oil burners that Erick had ordered placed along the walls.
Everything here had been arranged with precision just like the one Erick had built in Blackthorne.
Erick had been at my side the entire walk to the treatment zone till I arrived at the treatment room.
His presence was heavy in the space, not oppressive, but protective like a wall of muscle and willpower that refused to budge.
When I reached for the door handle, he moved as if to follow me inside.
“Erick,” I said, soft but firm, “you should go back to your study. You have meeting pending, right?”
His eyes narrowed, the gold in them cat
