Continuation: The Uninvited Guest
Emma’s Point of View
The morning light filtered through the mansion’s grand windows, illuminating the dust particles in the air like tiny ghosts. The place had been quiet for so long, but now, it felt different. Lived in. Disturbed.
And the reason for that disturbance? Nate Montgomery.
I leaned against the doorframe of the library, watching as he ran his fingers over the spines of my father’s books. He moved with an ease that unsettled me—like he already knew where he was, as if this house belonged to him just as much as it did to me.
“You’re up early,” I said, breaking the silence.
He turned, a knowing smirk on his face. “So are you.”
I folded my arms. “It’s my house.”
Nate chuckled, slipping a book back onto the shelf. “And yet, I seem to find yo
