~Aida~
The crash of furniture snaps me out of my daydream. I sit up and hear raised voices. My hand drags across the mattress next to me, but it’s empty. I throw the covers back and climb out of bed. Something’s going on, and if I had to guess, my mate is in the center of it.
After meeting up with Adela, we headed to Ivan’s home. I was skeptical that it would still be available after all this time. Ivan’s been locked up for a very long time, and you have to guess that someone would have taken the home as their own or demolished it by now. Ivan assured me that he had left the right people in charge, and he was right.
This house is bigger than the packhouse at Emerald Lake. It’s a real-life mansion. I still haven’t been in every room yet, but I’m working on it. The grounds are massive,
