REED’S POV
The fire crackled in the hearth filling the dimly lit living room with a faint warmth. Asher and Callum were seated on one of the couches, their expressions unreadable, while Malcolm leaned against the bar, pouring another round of whiskey into the glasses before him. The scent of burning wood and aged liquor lingered in the air, blending with the silence that stretched between us.
I sat back in my chair, fingers wrapped around the cool glass in my hand, but I barely took a sip. My thoughts were too tangled, too weighted by the conversation we were having.
“You’re sure about this?” Callum asked, his brow furrowing as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “We didn’t make a mistake letting Seraphine stay here?”
Malcolm let out a slow breath. “No, we didn’t.” He set the
