Rosalie’s POV

Soren and I fell into a bit of a routine. He’d come over almost every night, if he was at home and not away on business, and I’d play the piano and sing a lullaby or other soothing song, and most of the time he would return to his mansion. But once in a while, he’d end up falling asleep on my sofa.

When that happened, we’d have breakfast together, and then he’d go off to work or to his business trip, and I’d go on about my day.

No matter how late it was when he came ...