Anabella Sullivan's POV:
It was raining again in Londale. The temperature had dropped hard, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones.
I sat on the sofa by the fireplace, holding a cup of hot tea, staring blankly at the dancing flames.
The butler, Galen, knocked softly and walked in.
"Ms. Sullivan, there is a gentleman outside the manor asking to see you."
"Who?"
"Mr. Chavez." Galen knew Edmund. "He seems very anxious to see you."
"Tell him I'm not available."
Galen hesitated. "He said you would probably say that. He also asked me to tell you that he won't leave. He'll wait until he sees you."
I turned around angrily. "Then let him wait."
"But... I saw on the security cameras that he's standing at the gate in the rain. The temperature outside today is..."
"I said I'm not seei
