Lila’s P.O.V.
As I stepped into the house, the familiar warmth of the space greeted me, but it did little to soothe the turmoil in my mind. I was still replaying my conversation with Skye, trying to make sense of his reluctance to share his art, and the wall he’d put up between us. As much as I tried to push the thoughts away, they kept swirling back, leaving me feeling unsettled.
I was surprised to find Blade lounging on the couch, gaming on the TV. He looked up when I entered, his usual carefree grin spreading across his face.
“Well, if it isn’t the runaway bride herself,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“How’s life treating you, Lila?”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. Blade somehow was impossible to be mad at, even when he w
