*Miranda’s POV*
I parked my black Audi right in front of the miserable bastard’s Pack House. The exterior was just as cold and gloomy as he was. Now, I wasn’t a big fan of the Victorian styled Mansion my mother had requested, and I was less fond of the pretentious roses leading you to it. I mean, if you are going to make me bleed, don’t look all friendly and inviting before you do. Roses reminded me of my mother. She was the most pretentious person I knew. Her soul and her appearance didn’t match one bit, and somehow, I was the only one able to see her for who she was. A bitter old hag.
Cole’s Pack House had no pretense, that much I could respect. His place was gloomy and outright depressing. The grass even seemed less green here. The raw concrete walls, pared with exposed brick and meta
