Emily’s POV
I stepped over the threshold into a breathtaking open-plan living space. It was all clean lines, minimalist furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto a private, beautifully lit garden. It was the complete opposite of von Oberhaus's trophy-filled lair. This was a sanctuary.
"It's beautiful," I said, my voice a little awed.
"Thank you," he said simply, closing the door. "I thought this would be more… private than a restaurant.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “I thought we had to make public appearances so people would start talking about us.”
He hummed. “We do, but I could tell that you wanted to ask me something, and this is the right place to have this kind of conversation.”
I stilled. How the hell did he know about that? I wanted to ask, but then I remembere
