Camilla's POV
Malakai carried me inside the house. But instead of turning left toward our suite, he went the other way.
My pulse quickened, unsure what to expect, as we wound through a maze of passages. Finally, he stopped before a tall brown mahogany door.
He set me down, pushed the door open, and stepped aside for me to enter.
My mouth fell open.
A grand two-story library stretched before me, dark polished wood gleaming under soft lights, shelves climbing endlessly toward the ceiling.
Breath caught in my throat as my gaze swept over the timeless beauty—plush burgundy sofas, ornate rugs, golden accents glinting against the shadows.
"Oh my..." The words died on my lips. I turned to Malakai, who only smiled.
Who built a library this huge inside their home? He hadn’t been joking when
