Previous chapter:
Chapter 20: I’m Fine
Next chapter:
Chapter 22: This Is Not A Fantasy
PREVIEW
... ally left the garden. The smoke of his cigar lingered faintly on the humid breeze behind him, mixing with the sharp scent of roses and white lilies as he made his way back inside.
The sprawling mansion was silent, still draped in the heavy quiet of predawn hours, but his mind was anything but. The dream—the vivid, shattering memory of his mother’s death—still clung to him like cold, poisonous oil.
He didn’t sleep again. He knew better than to invite the nightmares back.
...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE





























