When Killian came down the stairs, two extra people were hovering around Severine.
One was Samuel, the young secretary who also served as her personal assistant. The other man was someone he had seen last night.
All the pleasant bubbles inside him began to pop. His curled lips flattened.
Winterhall Enclave was Severine's little paradise—something she wished to keep hidden.
If he weren't the owner of the entire beach on this side of the Fog Sea, and also the one who had constructed Winterhall Enclave, he might not have figured out her secret either.
It was precisely because of this that he had shifted from a faraway house to the one closest to Severine.
When Severine told him about this place herself, he had been happy beyond reason.
It meant she trusted him.
Since then, he had assumed there would only ever be two of them here.
Sigh.
Another rival. And this one came with history.
