SOPHIA’S POV
Stewart Manor was beautiful in the way old money always was.
The place had perfectly manicured lawns, stone architecture that had stood for generations, and an iron gate that screamed "keep out" to anyone who didn't belong.
I parked near the main entrance and grabbed the gift George had prepared. It was heavy. It was probably some expensive vase or piece of art.
The front door opened before I could knock. A maid in uniform greeted me and led me through the house to a lovely sitting room. And that's when my day got worse.
Damien was there, sitting in an armchair and beside him was Tiffany. She was wearing a soft pink dress that made her look innocent and sweet.
They looked like a couple.
My wolf whimpered. I felt the mate bond pulling painfully in my ches
