Diana's POV.
I stepped out of the cab and took a deep breath, the familiar scents of where I was wrapping around me like an old, worn-out blanket. It's old, but it's comfortable, that's the vibe I've always gotten from there. The restaurant I'd just left was one of my favorites from back when life was only starting to get complicated before I found out that Rolf was my mate.
It was comforting to sit in the same booth, eat the same meal, and pretend, if only for an hour, that I wasn't caught in the web Rolf was spinning around me.
As I walked toward the mansion, the street lights flickered to life, casting long shadows on the cobblestone road. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I saw Rolf's name on the screen, my stomach clenched. Reluctantly, I answered.
"Hello?" I kept my voic
