LOGINShe 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
Calley gave a small laugh. “Somehow, I’ve gotten used to his temper too, Ma. And don’t worry—we don’t see each other often. We don’t live together in the same house, so it’s not hard to keep the peace. He doesn’t like being disturbed, so we mostly communicate through email. He responds only when he
Calley had washed her face several times in the bathroom of Sacred’s room, trying to erase the swelling around her eyes from all the crying.Ahh, getting emotional wasn’t part of her plan. She had prepared herself for awkwardness, yes, but not for the ache that pierced her chest the moment she saw h
She released a deep breath, forcing her gaze away from Sacred’s piercing eyes and lowering it to the wine glass cradled between her fingers. The liquid shimmered under the dim bar light, a dark, blood-like red, and her own reflection trembled faintly on its surface. She debated whether she should te
She thought it wasn’t such a bad idea to stay one night in New York to rest before heading to Delaware. She planned to leave early in the morning.Under Sacred’s name, she confidently booked a hotel room at Arlo SoHo. Their rooms were on the same floor but far apart. She chose the west side of the b







