Chapter 10: The Uninvited Guest
Emma’s Point of View
The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of Everdawn House, casting a golden glow on the dust particles floating in the air. I stood at the entrance of the estate, my coffee warm in my hands, staring at the quiet expanse of land before me.
Nate Montgomery was still here.
It had been two days since his unexpected arrival, and somehow, he had already made himself at home. He wasn’t imposing, exactly—he wasn’t the type to overstep too obviously—but there was something about the way he moved through the house, as if he belonged.
That unsettled me more than anything else.
I told myself I had allowed him to stay because he was useful. A curator with knowledge of historical estates like Everdawn could be an asset. But deep down,
