Charlie's P.O.V.It had been surreal walking back into the castle and venturing to my old room. I had managed to avoid everyone except for the guards stationed around the halls, but they didn't speak to me. Just bowed their head in greeting as I passed them. My room, while abandoned, was spotless f

"Please, call me Charlie." I smiled, excited to finally meet her and hoping to give her a warmer welcome than Killian had. He didn't smile and hadn't even touched her. Not a hug or a kiss. Even when Damien was mad at me, he still slept around me. She accepted the hand I offered her, and I shook it

My chest rose quickly as I stared down at my plate. Was this how children felt when their parents actually wanted to spend time with them?This excitement wasn't normal. This hope wasn't healthy. But it was there. I looked up, wondering what he was waiting for and why he hadn't spoken when I saw h

Damien's P.O.V. The second I reached the border, I felt my beast rear back. Every possible warning bell inside my head was going off, telling me to stop here and save my skin. But I could smell her, my Charlotte. It was faint as if she had passed through this very spot hours ago, but it urged me

I sat down with them, sipping the cold beer and smiling a few minutes later when the server brought six plates of food for the table. I hadn't brought any money, but my worries faded when Paxton asked for a second plate, boasting about how he would eat his fill since the castle would be footing the