Damien’s POV

The night was young and fresh, as the moon hung low in the sky.

I stood just by the fireplace, as the soft crackle of fire filled the quiet, the faint smoke traces filling the air.

I’d set the fireplace a couple of hours ago, filling the room with warmth, much needed to

Just then, I heard her footsteps creaked on the porch.

Bianca. She was finally back..

She hesitated before the door for just a second, then she finally pushed the door open.

“Look who ...