POV: Naomi
The atmosphere in the mansion compound was much calmer now.
The evening breeze moved softly through the trees while the golden light from the sun setting stretched across the grass beautifully. Somewhere nearby, one of the gardeners watered flowers quietly while birds chirped from the trees surrounding the mansion walls.
And beside me—
Sophie was happily reciting the three times table like her life depended on it.
“Three times one is three,” she said proudly while walking beside me. “Three times two is six. Three times three is nine. Three times four is twelve…”
I could hear her voice.
But only partially.
Because my mind was somewhere else entirely.
It was on the man who had some how come back to life again.
Dusten.
The thought of him alone made my chest tighten painf
