Nathan's POV

　　The flickering candles cast a soft glow across the table, creating shadows that dance upon Ally's features. She is ethereal, like a creature spun from moonlight and dreams- a stark contrast to the darkness I harbour within me. As Nathan pretending to be Elliot, I pour her another glass of wine, the crimson liquid swirling hypnotically.

　　"Thank you," she whispers her voice a melody that tickles at the recesses of my soul. Her fingers brush against ...