Liora’s pov
I soaked myself in the bathtub for what felt like hours, hoping it would help me take off my mind from Rowan but it barely helped. I decided to go get some fresh air and the balcony.
My grandfather was there, as I expected. He always liked to be up here by this time. His back was straight in the armchair, a book resting on the table beside him, though from the way his eyes sharpened the moment I appeared, I doubted he’d read a single page.
“You’re back,” he said.
“I am.” I crossed the room and sat across from him, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “You should be asleep by now.”
He huffed. “And let my granddaughter wander the city alone without knowing she’s safe? Not a chance.” He said, it seemed like he had been waiting for me. That warmed something
