Amanda's POVI do not answer immediately.The question does not surprise me. If anything...I have been expecting it since the moment Roland met us at the airport.With how relentlessly Alex has tried to persuade me to return over the centuries, he would naturally assume something significant had changed.Something serious.I draw a slow breath. "Can we at least sit?"He studies me for a moment.Then, without another word, he turns and walks deeper into the mansion.I follow him.The room he leads me into is unmistakably his.Large without feeling extravagant. Dark wood. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.A fireplace that has clearly seen centuries.Tall windows overlooking the eastern gardens where dawn has only just begun to soften the horizon.His office.Alex walks toward the crystal decanter resting on a side cabinet.He pours himself a measure of amber liquor before lifting the bottle slightly in silent question.I know exactly what he's offering.I also know exactly how badly I need
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