The drive to Alaric's private estate was silent, filled with the heavy tension of the threats left on Sofia's wall. When the car finally pulled up to the massive stone house, Sofia felt a lump in her throat. This wasn't just a house; it was a fortress.
Alaric led her inside, his hand still firm on her back. As they entered the grand living room, a small figure came running toward them. It was Serene, Alaric's eight-year-old daughter.
Sofia braced herself. She expected the girl to be angry or cold, seeing a stranger moving into her home. But as soon as Serene saw Sofia, her eyes lit up with pure joy. She didn't hesitate—she ran straight to Sofia and wrapped her small arms around her waist in a tight hug.
"You're here!" Serene cried out, her voice muffled against Sofia's dress. "You're finally here!"
