I may have bought the castle during a low point, with visions of living happily off the grid and as far as humanly possible from Katerina, but those dreams are nothing but ash now. They crumbled to dust on the yacht and burnt to a crisp on the plane.
I need to be connected to the world because, whether Nova wants to acknowledge it or not, the world is coming for me. I need to be prepared.
That's tough to do in the middle of f*****g nowhere.
"Enough with the goddamn whistling!" I bark.
Nova flinches and curls closer to the door. "I don't mind the whistling, Myles. It's better to hear something than nothing at all."
The dig lands exactly where she intended. I flex my fingers against the leather seat between us, fighting the urge to drag her into my space. I wanted to see her fire return
