Antonia’s pov. I spend the night in another room and I don't know if Malachi notices my absence nor do I care. I take a visit to the cemetery, just to see my grandmother’s grave for one last final time, and when I come back every bone in my body hurts. It’s the familiar hum of fatigue and tirednes
I walk over to my bag and continue with packing. I feel Malachi’s glare. Every bit of it in all its righteous indignation and a thrum of pain surges in my heart. He puts the flowers down, embarrassment visible on his face. I briefly entertain the hope that he’s embarrassed because he’s finally co
The first thing that goes wrong is the weather. The skies had been moody on my visit to the cemetery but now they’re dark and are hanging heavy with rain. I drag my suitcase down the road looking for a taxi but I should have known I would never get one here. The Finn mansion isn’t located in just a
My hope hits rock bottom and for a moment I'm speechless. I summon my courage and ask in a stable tone, “What’s the matter, Mr B?”My college professors always said I had a way of asking direct questions, and it works here. My hand begins shaking as I listen to him.“Someone from Prime Realty called
I wake up in the comfort of a soft bed, and I snuggle into it because every part of my body hurts. I groan softly, and moan as I find a better spot that accelerates the comfort I feel. The first thing that makes me know something is weird is the scent of this bed. It’s a scent that makes me want to
I see that slight smile tug at his lips again, and he does something else. He pulls my bracelet out from the pocket of his shirt, and asks me in a matter-of-fact way, “Can I know where you got this bracelet, Antonia?” My heart skips a beat because I've never heard Tieran speak this way. His tone
The sun shining in through the window annoys me. The documents in my hands infuriate me. A light headache slams into my head each time I look at any of the letters, and yet when I stretch my hand to the side of the table, there’s no tea there like there would have been. It sets something off in m
Antonia’s pov. “So this person is your mentor?” Tieran gives me a singular look and chuckles right after before he nods his head. We’re in his kitchen right now, and I don't know what I expected. Okay, I expected luxury and a dozen fancy bowls that do nothing but just be there for some special o