Caroline's POV
I led Tyrone into the kitchen. He followed attentively, and I swear I could smell his cologne from where I was.
Peter stood near the island, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He looked like a red tomato. Good. I was just getting started.
Cerene hovered close beside him, her eyes narrowing the moment we entered.
She thought a few hickeys can break me?
Losing my child killed every ounce of care I had for her.
I stepped closer to Tyrone on purpose. He stiffened for a second before walking closer. Like he was trying to protect me from the world.
My shoulder brushed against his arm as I pointed upstairs. “You’ll have a room next to mine,” I said softly, letting my voice drop a little.
I turned my body toward him, tilting my head slightly so my hair fell over one shou
