Lilian’s POV
“So, this is the ‘private alcove’?” I asked, sliding my hand along the back of a velvet dining chair. “It looks more like a confessional booth for vampires.”
Alexander didn’t laugh. He was too busy transferring plates from the silver cart to the small, round table set into the bay window, his movements precise and eerily silent for a man of his size.
The alcove was hidden behind a panel near a bookshelf I hadn’t even noticed, revealing a semicircular nook that seemed to hang suspended over the ravine outside. The glass here was floor-to-ceiling, offering a panoramic view of the pitch-black forest and the sliver of moon rising above the jagged tree line. The only light came from a single taper candle on the table and the spill of the fire from the bedroom behind us. It was i
