LOGINAuthor's POVThe estate was quieter without Dante in it.Not in a bad way. Just in a way that made every small sound more noticeable. The soft creak of a hallway floor. The distant movement of staff somewhere downstairs. The wind pushing gently against the windows.Jem felt it from the moment he woke up.He lay in bed for a few extra minutes, staring at the ceiling, before he finally got up and started his day.***By mid-morning, he had checked on Madam Frost.One of the staff mentioned quietly that she was having a slower day. That she had chosen to remain in her room rather than come downstairs. Jem did not hesitate. He made his way to her room, knocked softly, and pushed the door open when she answered.She was sitting up in bed, propped against several pillows, a light blanket across her lap. She looked tired. Not unwell in a frightening way, just the kind of tired that came from a body that had been carrying things for too long.Her face brightened slightly when she saw him."Yo
Author's POV She was already seated at the table, a cup of tea resting near her hand while she looked over something on the tablet in front of her. But the second her eyes lifted and landed on them, everything else immediately became irrelevant.Her gaze moved from Dante to Jem.Then back again.She did not say anything at first.She simply looked.Because there was something different.Something she had spent months hoping to see.The way Dante stood slightly closer to Jem without realizing it.The way Jem no longer looked like he was preparing himself to run.The way they moved around each other naturally.Something in Madam Frost’s expression softened.Her eyes filled quietly.But she did not make a comment.She did not tease them.She did not say anything that would embarrass either of them.She simply reached across the table the moment Jem sat beside her and placed her hand over his.Jem looked down at their joined hands.Then he looked at her.Madam Frost only smiled faintly.
Author's POVFor the first time in what felt like a very long time, the morning inside the estate did not feel like a place where everyone was waiting for something terrible to happen.The silence was still there, as it always was inside the Williams mansion, but it was different now. It was softer. Less suffocating. Less like the walls themselves were holding their breath.Jem woke up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the pale morning light slipping through the curtains before his attention shifted toward the person beside him.Dante was still asleep.For a few moments, Jem simply remained there, staring.Not because he was suspicious.Not because he was trying to figure out what Dante was hiding.But because, for the first time since he had entered this estate, he was actually allowing himself to look at him without searching for a reason to protect himself.Without wondering when everything would fall apart.The sight of Dante sleeping was still strange to him in a way he could not exp
Author's POV The morning after Jem said yes carried a different kind of weight inside the estate.The air felt heavy—not exactly tense, but charged, like something important had already shifted even if nothing had been said out loud.Dante hadn’t made any announcements. No meetings, no declarations. He had simply woken up beside Jem and carried the answer inside him in silence, as though it wasn’t ready for the world yet.Jem, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about it.He kept turning it over in his mind, trying to understand how easily it had happened. Yes. He had said yes. And what unsettled him wasn’t regret—it was how natural it had felt. How little hesitation there had been, as if some deeper part of him had already decided long before Dante even asked.He was in the kitchen that morning, standing at the counter with a cup of tea he had not actually drunk yet, when Madam Frost's private nurse appeared at the doorway."She's asking for both of you," the woman said gently
Author's POV The hallway still felt like Samson hadn’t fully left. Jem had only taken a few steps from the garden when he felt it—a shift in the air. He turned the corner, and Mara was already there, standing still by the archway, watching him. For once, she didn’t look in control. She looked tired.“Mara,” Jem said quietly, his voice careful, almost cautious, as though he was unsure which version of her he was about to face. He stopped walking entirely, giving her space without fully understanding why. “If this is about what you saw in the garden, you don’t need to—”“It is exactly about what I saw in the garden,” Mara cut in sharply, but her voice did not carry its usual authority. It trembled slightly at the edges, not with weakness exactly, but with something far more unsettling for someone like her—lack of control. She swallowed once, visibly steadying herself, then stepped closer, stopping just a few feet away from him. Her eyes did not leave his face. “Do you have any idea w
Author's POV Dante didn’t knock. He didn’t even hesitate when he reached the door at the end of the corridor. His hand turned the handle with controlled force, and the door opened into a room that felt colder than the rest of the mansion. Jem was on the bed. Sitting at the edge at first, then leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as though the weight of his own thoughts had become too heavy to carry upright. He hadn’t changed his position since he ran upstairs. The faint tremor in his shoulders was the only sign that he wasn’t as still as he appeared. When the door clicked shut behind Dante, Jem didn’t look up immediately. That silence lasted only a second too long. Then Jem spoke without turning. “I don’t want to hear it.” Dante stopped just inside the room. For a moment, he said nothing. Not because he had nothing to say, but because he was choosing where to place his words carefully enough not to break something beyond repair. “You saw something y
Dante's POV Jem’s throat moved as he swallowed hard, still watching me from the corner of his eyes.Then he turned back to my mother and said, his voice only slightly unsteady, "Yes—yes, ma'am. I'm fine. Really. Dante has been…" He paused. Swallowed again. "He's really a good man. He didn't hurt m
Dante's POV After a while, I finally leaned away from Jem.Even as I pulled away from him, he didn't move an inch.He stayed pressed against the wall, frozen, chest still heaving, eyes wide and fixed on me like he was waiting for the ground to crack open beneath him.I didn't look at him again.I
Dante's POV Jem looked up fast, shaking his head too quickly. “No. No, never. I’m not hiding anything from you.” His voice wavered. “I’m just… I’m just sorry. I don’t want you to be mad at me.”I studied him for a moment, not fully convinced.“You already said sorry,” I said, letting out a slow br
Dante's POVI looked at Jem for a moment. He was still standing by the door like a statue.Then I turned away, ignoring him completely.I walked to my dresser and picked up my wristwatch from where I'd left it, sliding it onto my wrist slowly, fastening the clasp without any rush. Then I reached u







