POV: Leo
The house felt still tonight, quieter than usual. I sat in the study with a glass of whiskey, the liquid warming my throat as I stared out the window. The moonlight spilled over the grounds, illuminating the edges of the tall hedges and casting sharp shadows against the walls.
Angel had been here for nearly a week, and her presence was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just the way she seemed to fill every room she entered; it was the way she lingered in the spaces she left behind. The faint scent of her perfume, the soft echo of her laughter, the touch of warmth she brought to a house that had never felt like home.
She didn’t belong here—this world, this life. But she was here, and the longer she stayed, the harder it became to keep my distance.
I found her in the library. She
