Melissa sat by the window, arms folded over her knees, chin resting on them, her thoughts spiraling like a never-ending storm. The night outside was eerily quiet, the moonlight casting pale blue shadows across the marble floor. But her mind wasn’t on the view. It was still trapped in the events of the day—Justin’s venomous words, Alec’s rage, her own helpless silence. She had seen Demien earlier from the window, bringing someone into the mansion—someone unconscious, it seemed. She had only caught a glimpse, the figure wrapped in his coat, head cradled gently in his arms. A woman. But who?
A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.
Melissa blinked and slowly got up. Her legs felt heavy, as if each step weighed down with uncertainty. When she opened the door, her heart skipped.
