The Mansion House
Jacob tossed off the blanket, ran to the window, and threw it open.
And there she was. Emilia Gray.
She pushed herself through the window and threw her arms around Jacob’s neck. “Jacob,” she said, her voice full of pain and concern. “I’m so sorry.”
Jacob froze for a moment, unsure if he was actually awake, until the cool night air whispered through Emilia’s hair, carrying with it the soft scent of lilacs. “Emi?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. She felt warm and incredibly real.
She pulled away to look him in the eye. “I came as soon as I heard everything that happened. Are you all right?”
“I’m—” Jacob reached up and touched Emilia’s face, brushing a strand of long black hair from her forehead. “You’re here?” His voice sounded raw. “Are you really here?”
