The middle-aged butler wore an all-black suit and a stern expression.
Georg Schuster had a tall, lean build and a military bearing, with a straight back and a firm jawline.
His hair was short and neatly trimmed, and he had a well-groomed moustache.
The most amazing thing was, he managed to clear the table, serve the coffee, and then vanish into the darkness without having uttered a single word.
Even his footsteps were soundless, like a cat.
‘Or a ninja,’ Alessia thought, drowsy in a food coma.
She and Logan settled into the living room sofa with cups of coffee.
Alessia took a sip, then said with a yawn, ‘I really need to get going. It’s been a long day.’
‘Alessia.’
The seriousness of Logan’s tone made her look up. ‘What?’
‘I want you to be my girlfriend,’ he
