EMILY
Jonathan and I bid adieu at the town square, and with an insouciant whistle, I meandered home. As I ambled along, my thoughts drifted, and yes, you guessed it, it was to Nolan—a bit too much? Yeah, tell me about it. There I was, ruminating on his whereabouts. Truth be told, I felt a flicker of envy. He was out there, gallivanting through life in ways that other supernatural beings could only fantasise about. The chap could stroll in and out of Darkwood as though it were just another Sunday market. To topit off, he was a self-made multi-millionaire, living with a stunning lady who was the love of his life. Really, what more could one possibly ask for?
“What the… what the—" I gasped, making a swift about-turn the moment I crossed the threshold of the living room.
“Don’t mind her,”
