Falling in love with a supernatural being
Then I pulled my suitcase behind me and walked downstairs.
My father and Luke Paul sat on the leather sofas, talking calmly as if they were discussing an ordinary business.
The moment my suitcase rolled across the marble floor, Luke slowly looked up.
A proud, satisfied smile spread across Luke’s bandaged face as he stood and straightened his expensive suit.
“Mr. and Mrs. Steven, I believe it’s time,” he said, though the arrogance in his voice made my skin crawl. He didn’t speak to my father like an equal. He spoke to him like a man talking to someone beneath him. “I’ll see you both again soon. Hopefully, by then, we’ll be ready for the wedding.”