Egan
I was in my office at the mansion with Daniel and Alev when Alma’s sweet scent invaded my lungs. Cyrus stirred in my soul, craving her, needing her closer.
He was almost lost.
After a soft knock, she and Zane entered.
She greeted us and I asked directly, “How are you? Are you feeling any better?”
A gleam of surprise twinkled in her green irises for a split second, before she answered, “I am fine, Marion’s tea really helped! But I came here to say something else,” she breathed before continuing, “I can’t stay locked in this house the whole day long…”
“Is there something that isn’t of your liking in our house?” Daniel cut her off, but as soon as I cast him a seething look, he lowered his face and stopped it.
Good.
I knew he was wary and had good intentions
