Valeria's POV
In the supernatural branch of the CAB, creatures came and went—some with joy and carrying love, others with sorrow and burdened with hate.
But none were like Eric, seated in his wheelchair, proposing to me so abruptly in the hallway.
“Will you marry me?”
The words, coming from Eric, sounded more like, “I’ll handle this week’s report.” Even the most romantic line felt like routine business when he said it.
I stood there, looking at the engagement ring, then at Eric. Though seated, he still exuded control, effortlessly commanding the space around him.
The bustling werewolves and supernatural beings slowed down, casting curious glances our way. I felt their attention like a thousand needles pricking my skin, a faint pain that made me want to hide. For years, I’d been an in
