N A T A S H A ' s P O V
I was home today.
Home meant Niklaus' of course, and I had never been particularly fond of that overly big place, but coming back there after more than half a month of everything that had transpired since the last time I basically ran away from here after the shooting at the baby shower, there was a warm vibe to that house when I came back.
I had recovered at the hospital. Physically, at least. And eight days of recovery later, I was sent back, and after a journey of silently listening to music with Nik, and nobody in the house except Ricky and Mikayla to welcome me, I was upstairs in my room.
This place usually had a lot more staff, lot more security even inside the house, and a lot more of Nik's men. I had a feeling he had let them all go today to make me mo
