Todos os capítulos de Safe In His Darkness : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

EMILY GRAYSON'S Taking my hand, Alex lead me toward the house. The massive front doors opened before we even reached them. The moment I saw who was standing there, I froze. "Teresa?" My voice came out as a surprised squeak. Beside her stood Paola, her granddaughter, both of them smiling warmly. "Teresa!" I practically ran toward her. She barely had time to open her arms before I threw mine around her. She laughed softly and hugged me back tightly. Immediately, that familiar warmth settled inside my chest. I had always loved Teresa's motherly affection—the way she fussed over everyone, the way she somehow made every place feel like home. When I finally pulled away, I hugged Paola too. "You are both here?" "Welcome to Santorini, Emily," they said together. I turned toward Alex in disbelief. "How did you get them here?" The happiness in my voice was impossible to hide. Alex looked entirely too pleased with himself. Before he could answer, Sergio stepped forward."It was my idea." I lo

EMILY GRAYSON'SThe next morning, I woke slowly. Warm, golden sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting soft patterns across the white sheets and marble floors. For several seconds, I simply lay there, listening to the distant crash of waves against the cliffs below, the soft rustle of curtains dancing in the sea breeze, and the quiet stillness of the villa. It was peaceful. Not the fragile kind that vanished the moment you opened your eyes. Not the kind that came with conditions. Real peace. A smile touched my lips. Then I felt an arm tighten around my waist. I looked down.Alex. Still asleep. Or pretending to be. Honestly, with him, it was impossible to tell. His face looked relaxed against the pillow, dark hair slightly messy from sleep. One arm was wrapped securely around me, possessively, protectively. As though even unconscious, some part of him refused to let me wander too far away. The sight alone warmed my chest. Carefully, I reached up and brushed my f

EMILY GRAYSON'S The next morning, I woke to the sound of laughter. Not loud laughter. Not the kind Lexi usually produced when she was about to cause problems. Just soft voices drifting up from downstairs. I stretched beneath the sheets and blinked toward the bright Santorini sunlight pouring through the windows. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to the waves, feeling the warmth of the sun, enjoying the peace. Then I noticed something: the space beside me was empty. Again.I narrowed my eyes. "Suspicious."Alex had disappeared. Again. At this point, I was beginning to think the man naturally woke up three hours before the rest of humanity. After getting dressed, I headed downstairs. The moment I entered the kitchen, Teresa smiled."Good morning dear.""Morning." Paola was already eating breakfast. Sergio sat across from her, trying very hard not to look at her. Again. Poor man. At this point, everyone would know Sergio liked Paola because I knew he wanted to keep it a sec

EMILY GRAYSON'S The narrow streets were glowing beneath strings of golden lights, music drifting through the warm night air as locals and tourists filled the town square. A small summer carnival had taken over part of the waterfront. Food stalls lined the streets, and musicians played traditional music near the harbor. Children ran between colorful lights while couples wandered hand in hand through the crowd. The entire place buzzed with energy, and I loved it. "Alex, look." I pointed toward a game booth where someone was attempting—and failing—to win an oversized stuffed octopus. Alex glanced over, then back at me. "I am." I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible." "So I've heard." His hand settled against my lower back as we continued walking through the carnival together. The scent of grilled food drifted through the air. Laughter echoed around us. Somewhere nearby, a live band began playing. For once, nobody recognized Alex. Nobody cared who he was. Nobody interrupted us. We we

EMILY GRAYSON'S The carnival seemed even more beautiful after that. Maybe it was the portrait tucked safely beneath Alex's arm. Maybe it was the music floating through the warm night air. Or maybe it was simply the fact that I was happy. Truly happy. The kind of happiness that settled deep in your chest and stayed there.Alex and I continued wandering through the festival, moving slowly through the crowds. No destination. No schedule. Just us. At some point, we stumbled across a row of carnival games set up along the waterfront. Immediately, I stopped walking. Alex sighed. I smiled. "You knew this was coming." "I did."A giant stuffed octopus hung above one of the booths. It was absurdly large. The kind of prize designed to convince people they could win it and fail. Repeatedly. I pointed dramatically. "I want it." Alex followed my gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly. "No." "What do you mean, no?" "You don't need that." "I absolutely do.""It's larger than our luggage, Emily." I shru