Elena
The next morning, I made my way downstairs, my body aching from a night spent tossing and turning in a cold bed. Even now, with a warm sweater and pants on, I couldn’t help but shiver. A cold fog had rolled in at some point during the night, and the landscape was still blanketed in it—so thick I could hardly see beyond the gardens out front.
“The house is freezing,” I said by way of greeting as I entered the dining room to find Killian already sitting there. “You should light a fire for once.”
Killian didn’t answer, just watched me as I poured a cup of coffee and piled my plate high with buttery toast, crispy bacon, glistening sausages, and even extra pastries and fruit.
In my past life, I wouldn’t have dared to eat this much food in one sitting. I always watched my
