جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

Saint found her sitting near the edge of a lake. Her knees were pulled to her chest while the evening light caught against the water in long, fading streaks of orange and grey. He slowed his steps as he approached, giving her space, before finally lowering himself down beside her without a word. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The lake stretched quiet and still in front of them, the only sound was the distant rustle of wind through the trees. "You know it wasn't safe for you to come out here alone," he finally said, his voice was gentle despite the scolding underneath it. "Anyone could have followed you. You could have been hurt." Seraphina let out a hollow laugh, resting her chin against her knees. "Would that really be so bad?"Saint's chest tightened. "Don't say that." "Why not?" She turned to look at him, eyes red-rimmed exhausted in a way that went far deeper. "Wouldn't it be easier? Dying? Instead of living through..." she gestured vaguely toward the route tha

Saint stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the front of his jacket that was dark and well-tailored. It was sharp against his frame, highlighting the flex of his muscles with each movement he made. He studied his reflection for a long moment before reaching for the small case on the dresser, popping open the lid to retrieve his contacts. One by one, he blinked them into place, watching as the green and grey faded, replaced by a flat unremarkable brown. The eyes that could have easily given him away vanished behind the disguise. It was the day for the introduction. There was no way he would allow anything to ruin it.He reached for the mask next. It was a black, form-fitted that covered the bridge of his nose upward, leaving only his mouth and jaw exposed. He adjusted it carefully, tightening the strap until his reflection stared back at him as someone else entirely. Storm. He exhaled slowly, steadying himself before making his way to Vincent's room. The man was adjusting h

The silence between them was so long and awkward that Seraphina had since started to count the flowers along the garden path just to keep her mind from spiraling. Nicolas was sitting beside her on the bench. His posture was relaxed but at the same time, he appeared distant. His gaze was fixed somewhere out toward the hedges, offering nothing. He had not even looked at her once since they'd sat down and something about this subtle dismissal made her chest ache more than she wanted to admit. She stole a glance at him anyway. He really was handsome with a sharp jaw and his hair catching the afternoon light. He had the kind of face that people probably stared at without meaning to. She hadn't bothered searching him up online after learning she'd be marrying him. Some part of her had not wanted to know more than necessary or attach a face to the dread that was sitting in her chest for days now.But now, she felt relieved...maybe just a little. At least, he marked the physical qualities t

Saint stepped into Vincent's office, wondering what instructions he had for him. He guessed that it was probably going to have something to do with this marriage thing. But what he got instead made his stomach drop somewhere near his feet. "Now that the Vale family is gone, I think this is the right time to let you know what the next course of action is." He cleared his throat and settled into his chair. "You will be assigned as Seraphina's personal bodyguard." Vincent said, not looking up from the documents on his desk. "This is to be done with immediate effect." "Her bodyguard?" Saint kept his voice humble though confusion was already knotting tight in his chest. "Isn't that a role better suited for one of your other men? If I am to be her bodyguard, I won't be able to focus on other things..." "Leave those other things alone. I will have Paul be in charge of them. It would have been a role better suited for others if I only needed someone to protect her."Saint frowned d

A car drove right into the Vale family compound. After it had parked just right at the entrance of the mansion, Saint stepped out of the car with his duffel slung over one shoulder. His jaw was tight beneath the mask as two guards led him inside the mansion. "Have a seat. Someone will attend to you shortly." One of the men informed him and Saint nodded. He put his bag on the floor and waited. Upstairs inside a room built like an office, Nicolas had watched Storm walk into the house with a pleased expression. He glanced at his father who was busy scribbling down something with a serious expression. "I had no idea Storm was the person you had in mind for the job." He said, walking back to the desk. He pulled the chair out and sat on it. "Hm. He will be assisting with the Peter situation. Vincent offered to loan him to us for some time. Maybe we can also see how capable he is and use him for our benefits."Nicolas nodded. "That is good. I'm assuming he is working directly u