08. Who Is This?

Esme’s POV

I barely slept as I spent all night packing my bags and anything that my father and I considered important.

I knew that after tonight, this place that had been my home for the last twenty-one years would not be anymore.

At the first break of dawn, I dragged one of my boxes downstairs, and I saw the two men from last night, standing with their backs ramrod straight while a bundle that I just realised was Calvin was tied up beside them.

“Is this all?” one of them asked, not sounding the least bit surprised that I came down with a box.

“There’s more upstairs.”

The both of them gave curt nods and then went upstairs.

By the time all of my bags were moved downstairs, an hour had passed, and I was surprised when the door opened, and three more men stepped in.

And right behind them was Silvan.

He stood there, his two hands in his pocket and the silliest grin on his face.

“Can we leave now?”

How did he know that I was going to come along?

I trailed behind him until we got to the