"Please, just follow me." The maid said, walking back into the house and rushing through the hall until we arrived in a small room. But the girls weren't there.It was Cora.The room was small and dimly lit with two overstuffed chairs and a small side table between them. On the table were two wine g
Lionel’s POVI looked down at Nan after she had fallen into my arms. I cradled her close to my chest protectively. She was disheveled, her hair was all over the place, her dress slightly torn and stretched around her as if someone had been trying to remove it.But worse than that, she didn’t look li
“Cora... she put something in the wine.” Nan whined out, reaching for me. Her voice was weak and soft.I sucked in a breath, rubbing my thumb against her flushed cheek. I had always known that Cora could be petty and jealous, but I couldn’t believe that she would stoop as low as to drugging someone.
Lionel’s POVI felt the mate bond spark between us as I kissed her, but it lost the connection as soon as I pulled away. I didn't know why it wasn't staying. Why the connection was so brief.I looked down, seeing Nan had fallen asleep while I had been lost in thought. I took in a heavy breath, as I
"I'd like to speak to her." I said, nodding my head decisively."Are you sure?" Lionel asked softly with a furrowed brow. I could see the concern in his eyes from across the room.I noticed the bags beneath his eyes that came from a poor night of sleep. He had been asleep in the chair beside my bed.
Nan’s POVNow that I knew I didn’t want to leave, it was all I could do not to bed Lionel to change his mind.I wanted to stay.I wanted to be with the girls. I wanted to keep the little family I was building. It made me feel foolish, but I wanted…Lionel.It was all I could think about. As I passed
I certainly had no time to think about Lionel or the feelings bubbling in my heart. There was no room for contemplation. It was for the best.Unfortunately, I also had no time to spend with the girls. I always got home too late to make dinner for the girls myself or to do our nightly story times. I
Third PerspectiveNan felt guilty.Her job had only got busier, closer to the wedding. Now she barely made it home. Privately, Nan could not wait for the wedding to be over.Nan had already begun to have doubts about her plan to avoid Lionel. She could see the hurt on his face when she dodged him. N