Melrose's POV:
I didn't sleep a wink last night; anxiety and paranoia consumed me, worrying that Ezra or Soren might seek me out in the dark, insisting I finish our unfinished conversations. Yet, deep down, I knew I had little to say to either of them, but I couldn't risk running into them either, uncertain if I could resist the bond with Soren or my lingering feelings for Ezra that still ached painfully in my heart.
I glanced at the clock—it was 4:00 AM, and my heart raced. The maids would wake up soon, gearing up to handle the morning chores and prepare breakfast for the extra guests from yesterday's hunt. I needed to hurry; if I stuck around too long, I would definitely get caught by Helga, one of the other maids, or eventually the boys, and I couldn’t let that happen. Although most
