RYKER
I pulled the blindfold off her eyes after a two hour drive through winding back roads, and revealed the old cabin that stood before us, completely lit up with what must have been at least fifty candles flickering warmly in the windows.
The light spilled out into the darkness surrounding us, creating an almost ethereal glow.
There was a sturdy wooden center table with four chairs positioned around it, and a large bed with dark sheets against the far wall. Shelves lined one wall, filled with old books we had collected over the years, their spines worn and faded from countless readings.
I watched Amaris carefully as she took in the view, her amber eyes wide as they swept across the space with clear appreciation. It was a surprisingly neat cabin considering we were two men who had built it ourselves with our own hands, and I felt an odd flicker of pride at her obvious admiration.
She glanced at me and then at Rowan standing beside me. "Whose place is this?"
