A week had passed. Not much time in the span of a life. But for someone who had returned from the edge of death, every day… becomes a gift.
Andromeda had already been discharged from the hospital. Her wound was healing slowly, but her body still couldn’t handle long walks, and every movement had to be measured with care. The doctors had strictly forbidden all stress, all lifting, all thoughtless motions.
That, however, didn’t stop her from issuing orders from the living room couch.
The new estate—whose exact location was known only to Tobias, Lucian, and their own private map—was still under construction. It lay on a mountainside, hidden from the outside world, overlooking a valley that nestled between the trees like some secret promise. The house was modern, clean-lined, yet full of op
