LOGIN“Yes, it is really gorgeous.” I responded, doing nothing to wipe the smile off my face because I knew that it was going to come back anyway. Octavia smiled as she kept her gaze on the setting sun. And while the view was really beautiful, I had no business with the view, she was the one who made it
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. Settling into the place took longer than I initially thought it was going to, but I enjoyed every moment of hauling the bags and unloading it, and there was also something about the way Octavia stared at me that made me feel as though I was really doing something right. Smiling,
“So?” The sound of Aidan’s voice made me realize that I hadn’t said anything yet, and I wanted to, but I had no idea what to say, the view of the building itself had knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how the view from the house itself would be; my goodness, it would be
OCTAVIA ADLER. The ride in the car went on for a while too long, and by the time the car finally came to a halt, I was yawning. Aidan was still holding my hand as if I was scared or something, but I didn’t mind. He squeezed my hand softly as he helped me out of the car, and after taking about thre
That bastard. “You should relax now, we have about forty-five minutes left until we land, and I want you to use that to get enough rest in.” He said as he started getting up. My lips parted. “I don’t need to—” “I’ll see you soon.” My mouth closed just as quickly as they’d open, and I couldn’t fin
OCTAVIA ADLER. The butterflies in my stomach knew no bounds as Aidan pulled me closer to him, and I breathed him in, reminding myself time and time again that I wasn’t alone in this. I didn’t need to, but I kept reminding myself that Aidan wasn’t the kind of man that would be a deadbeat, and once
Her fingers brushed my cheek again, and the smallest smile touched her lips as her head tilted, “it’s okay for it to, just for a minute. It’s okay to put yourself first and lay those burdens down.” What was I doing? I should— Her glassy eyes held me hostage, pupils moving from left to right and as
Octavia held me tighter, and I lost the will to pull away from her. I’d buried too many things—grief, rage, weakness—but in that moment, her touch pulled every emotion right out of me. My memories ran wild, and the priestess voice whenever she spoke to me, trained me, and advised me haunted me. My
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. What? What is she doing? My eyes widened a bit, pupils dilating as my lips parted but not a single sound came out of my mouth. My chest squeezed tight as I held my breath. The fear of her disappearing if I took a breath lingered. I could smell her soft, feminine scent, the smel
What? Aidan? Why? “Everyone in this building and even outside knows how close they were, they didn’t show it but behind closed doors she was the mother that the overlord never had.” She lifted her gaze to look into my eyes. My eyes grew wide when I saw the way she looked at me as if she was about







