er's
up sc
les Wilson, who flies off me a
here I am, then the memo
. The dri
t creep
k, putting my han
yone h
I ho
ady think I'm strange. They don
ost every night t
with an inherent panic tha
g, my hands clen
ould be there, soot
e it's ju
of him and left t
ince the accident-that I
on't know wh
antique clock on
er hour befo
er the covers, just in case I run into
make my way to the bathroom. Wilson sits on the
ing for you?" I ask him. "
ro
ly, I don't
blue blouse and dark fitted jeans and pull my hair back in a low ponytai
oticeable, a
and I wonder how many peopl
at me as they
ear it on top of my alr
ake my way toward the reading noo
I take in the garden, illum
my
the stone path, but I hard
ending with the lush greenery. The gazebo is made of intricately
onder until tears of gr
s mine for t
can't wait to see h
ck at the men that stand at the front
ree
es and tingles
ph
ew to even notice them, but no
tes my chest. He's just as handsome as the blonde one from last night, with dark brown hair and a thick
smiling chestnut-haired Alpha dressed in a sweatshirt and dark jea
wav
, I close t
here is
o paws at the door, w
nd he dashes out onc
he hallway, and I follow him as
s of stairs, admiring the in
uld look exactly like this, righ
as I enter the living roo
d be phenomenal. They have an on-site cook in the morni
habits. He has to be there when I eat a mea
m
got m
oh shit
an I go wi
d I forg
bathroom. In my hurry, I only grabbed my
mn
e a pharmacy i
started yet, so that's
is a small price to pay if
rpe
The bewildered expression is gone from her face and, instead, her brown eyes are gentle
to apologize to you about last night." She takes anotrlo
It's fine,
vation wasn't in our system and we rarely have visitors durin
er face and I relax in her pre
ng James." She makes an exaspe
me
blonde Al
ly, and Charlotte laughs. A matching gr
I've known him. Don't let
y head. "
she continues. "No one has stayed
et name James
where it
I ask. "It'
hat I've said wrong. But just as soon as it a
ks it. Can'
,
t be h
you need anything while you're here, please let me know. I can r
eminds
nearest pha
can drive there, or we can request a d
be honest with her. "I have chronic headaches. I
back, and she's looking at me lik
hift uncomfortably. "Yeah. I hit my head badly
r tone is low and mournful, with an overwh
ms my
t it's just headaches," I as
er lips but
for breakfast?" I ask a
her forehead, smiling. "So sorry. Of course.
g room, turn a corner,
g room is
arlotte adds as I gape at my surroundings. "Us
s above the massive dark wood dining table. The top of the table is engraved with an intricate brai
ing towards the white French windows, the wo
smile ghosting her lips. "By the owners. Everything that y
azed that a broody, crazed man c
inues. "James was here last night, and
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