MasukShe had grown used to seeing him in his loud floral Hawaiian shirts, but never in something like this. And she couldn’t quite explain why it amused her so much.Was it because he looked oddly… endearing, wearing that apron?Damn it. Just last night, she had been seething with anger at him. That very
Phillian’s lips pressed shut once more, as though sealing in whatever words had threatened to escape. He fell silent, lost in thought.Then, without another word, he quietly walked toward the bedroom door, opened it, and stepped out. But before closing it, he turned back to her, his eyes resting on
Calley didn’t know how long she had been staring at the painting hanging above the headboard in Phillian’s room. It was a different painting now—not the one he had once made for her.Of course, Phillian had taken that down. Why wouldn’t he?But…Her gaze wandered across the room, unsettled. Why had
The loud ringtone jolted Calley awake, making her straighten in her seat. She turned her head to the side, catching sight of Phillian still focused on the wheel, driving steadily.She blinked, groggy. She hadn’t even realized she had fallen asleep. Shaking off the haze, she shifted her gaze out the
“Phillian! What are you doing?! You can’t force me to come back to Asteria!”“Who told you I’m bringing you back there?”She froze.Where was Phillian planning to take her?When the only possible place dawned on her, she gasped. But she didn’t have the chance to speak again before they reached the t
“Ugh, you look terrible.”That was the first thing Sacred said when they met, two days after she had confirmed her condition. They met at a restaurant near her apartment.“I had to fly all the way from Texas just to meet you,” he said as he sat across from her, his gaze fixed. “Make sure this is wor
He was about to respond when the doorbell rang from downstairs, pulling both their attention away.He shifted his gaze toward Nelly, who looked equally confused by the woman’s strange reaction.“Nelly, go check who’s at the door.”Nelly obeyed quickly, taking long strides as she went to the door and
"Lower your voice or she would wake up!" Charles hissed sharply, glancing nervously toward the adjoining room, his tone laced with urgency as he tried to rein in Esther’s rising temper."This is not what we agreed on, Charles! I didn't tell you to sleep with her!" Esther snapped, her voice trembling
She ignored it and headed straight for the main exit, gripping the door handle with shaking fingers. She slipped through the opening like a shadow.Even outside the room, relief didn’t come. Her heart still pounded, and her skin prickled with the feeling of being hunted. This wasn’t safety. Not yet.
A series of knocks from outside his bedroom door roused Phillian from sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and turned toward the glass door that led to the veranda, partially concealed by thick curtains. He usually left a small gap in the curtains so he could tell the time of day by the light streaming







