INICIAR SESIÓNTobi's POV
I woke up in the back seat of the Range Rover, limbs stiff and neck aching from the awkward angle. Stretching, I climbed out, the morning air sharp and salty as it whipped in off the nearby coast. I’d parked beside the beach, half for the view, half for strategy out here, I’d be able to tell instantly if I was being followed.But as I stood there watching the waves roll in, it wasn’t Oscar I was thinking about. It was her. Lila. Her scent still haunted me honeysuckle maybe, something sweet I couldn’t quite place. The dream from the night before came rushing back, vivid as fire. She had asked about marking.She knew.Or at least, she suspected.The weight of that dream clung to me like sea mist, impossible to shake. She’d stood there, soft and vulnerable, asking questions no human should know to ask. It was a blessing and a curse that she thought the dreams weren’t real. Because if she knew the truth… if she realised what she meLila’s POVI put my book down with a sigh and picked up my mug of coffee, taking a long sip. I really needed a break. My eyes felt heavy from reading and rereading the same page for the past ten minutes.“Any luck?” I asked, glancing at Tobi. He was hunched over yet another thick, dusty book, brow furrowed in concentration.“No,” he sighed, pushing the book aside. “I think I’m ready to give up. Maybe we’re never going to find an answer to our dreams.”“Well,” I said, stretching my arms overhead, “remember when Thefros said he had some things to show me? I thought I might visit him now, see what he’s been holding back.”“If you want to,” Tobi said, finally looking up at me with a small smile. “I’m sure whatever he has is very interesting. I might pop into town and pick up a few essentials. Do you need anything?”“Nope, I’m all set.” I grinned and threw back the last of my coffee.“Nothing? Not even clean underwear?” he asked, mock horror in his voice. My face flushed immediately.“Fria
Tobi’s POVDinner had settled into a quiet rhythm, the wine mellowing the last edges of tension between us. Lila looked relaxed for the first time since we arrived her shoulders loose, her smile soft. I was just about to reach for the wine bottle when Thefros spoke.“Funny you should ask,” he said casually, swirling the last of his wine. “I received a call a couple of days ago from your friend Matthew Lowell.”My hand paused mid-pour.“Matthew, huh?” I leaned back in my chair, curious. “What did he want?”“He was asking if I’d heard from you recently,” Thefros replied, clearly amused. “Said you usually check in every few days but have gone radio silent.”Lila glanced between us. “Who’s Matthew?”I smiled at her. “He was, well, is my best friend. He’s back in Aruyios. I used to check in with him regularly, just to let him know I was safe. But the last couple of weeks…” I shrugged, brushing her hand beneath the table. “I’v
Lila’s POVThe corridor my room was in felt just like the others we’d wandered through, same smooth stone walls, same heavy wooden doors but this one was much shorter. Only four doors, two on each side, and one at the very end. I peeked inside each of the rooms and found them nearly identical simple beds, small writing desks, and neatly folded linens but the room at the end of the hall gave me pause.It wasn’t grand, just... quieter. A little larger, with a wide window that opened up to a view of the sea. Light poured across the stone floor, illuminating a deep soaking tub in the adjoining private bathroom. The thought of a hot bath tonight almost made me cry with gratitude. I left my bag on the desk and quietly shut the door behind me.When I returned, Tobi and Thefros were still standing in the hallway. Thefros gestured to a door down the adjacent corridor.“There’s a room just up here on the left,” he said. “It’s unoccupied. Tobias, you’re wel
Lila’s POVAs we moved deeper into the church, the grandeur began to fade, replaced by a humbler, more monastic style. The opulence of gilded altars and stained glass gave way to pale, seamless stone—walls, floors, and ceilings all the same soft grey, as if the entire corridor had been carved from a single mountain. Thick wooden doors were scattered down the hall, each one slightly different, all looking like they could groan if opened.Now and then, heads peeked out at us from behind doors, staring openly, mouths agape, eyes wide with curiosity. I suddenly felt like I was being paraded through an exhibit, as if I were some strange creature they'd never seen before.We kept walking, left, right, another turn until we reached the end of a long corridor. A final door stood before us, distinct from the others. While made of the same dark wood, it was overlaid with twisting wrought-iron vines, delicate and intricate. I found myself studying the craftsmanship in awe, fingers twitching to t
Lila’s POV“Where did you get this car?” I asked as Tobi unlocked a silver Volkswagen Golf.“This morning. I said I had errands to run,” he replied, loading our bags into the boot.“So… you bought a car this morning?” I blinked at him as I got in and buckled up.“I didn’t buy it—it’s a hire car,” he said, merging out of the underground parking.“What happened to the other car?” I asked hesitantly.“I gave it to Oscar and Henry. Thought they’d get more use out of it than we would.”“Oh…” I said, surprised. He’d just… given away a car? “I’m sorry.”“For what?” Tobi glanced at me, puzzled.“You had to get rid of your car. Because of me.”“That was my parents’ car, and trust me they won’t miss it,” Tobi said with a laugh. “They probably don’t even remember they own it.”“Seriously?”“They have properties and apartments all over the world. You know just in case,” he added with a smirk. “They don’t manage those details themselves. My father has an advisory team. They handle the small stuff
Lila’s POVWe woke early the next morning, partly because I was eager to get on the road to Mauros, but also because Tobi said he had a few errands to run first. I decided a shower was definitely in order.The bathroom caught me off guard, it was nothing like the rest of the apartment. The living space was all warm neutrals, solid wood furniture, and low lighting. But the bathroom? Modern, sleek, and bright. Floor-to-ceiling white subway tiles gleamed under crisp lighting, and the rainfall showerhead felt like something out of a luxury hotel.I turned the taps until the water reached the perfect temperature, then stepped in. It was divine. I stood there for a few moments, letting the warmth soak into my skin before finally reaching for Tobi’s body wash. It smelled like cedar and spice warm, masculine, undeniably him.As I lathered up and moved down my legs, I noticed something: the scabs from that awful day were peeling away, revealing fresh, unsc







