Althea’s POVAlexander did not bring me back to my room.Instead, he led me through one of the quieter hallways of the mansion, his hand warm around mine, his pace slow enough that I knew he was adjusting to me even if he didn’t say it. Outside the windows, rain continued to fall in soft silver lines, turning the gardens blurry and quiet, and every now and then, thunder rolled somewhere far away, not loud enough to frighten me but close enough to remind me of the memory I had just pulled from the dark.I expected him to take me somewhere private so I could rest.What I didn’t expect was for him to stop in front of the old glass conservatory.The room had always been one of my mother’s favorite places in the mansion, though I rarely used it. It was filled with plants, white-cushioned seats, old wooden shelves, and hanging lights that made the space glow warmly even under gray weather. The rain tapped gently against the glass roof above us, but inside, it felt softer, safer, almo
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