Eva's pov
The towering iron gates of the estate swung open, welcoming the sleek black sedan as it glided up the winding, tree-lined driveway. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the grounds draped in the deep blues and shadows of late evening.
Killian parked near the grand entrance, and stepped out first to round the vehicle, opening the door for Eva. He offered her his hand, his touch was steady and familiar as she stepped onto the cobblestones. She adjusted her glasses, her eyes swept over the familiar, imposing stone facade of the house.
Killian guided her inside as his hand rested comfortably on the small of her back. The double doors closed behind them with a heavy, quiet thud, shutting out the cool night air.
Before either of them could take another step into
