Soren’s POV

Rosalie had moved out.

It was difficult to know that she had left the cottage behind my home, but at least she had moved into a house that I owned.

If she couldn’t stay in my cottage anymore, at my home, at least she was still under my wing in a different way. The sale had been rushed, but it served my purpose, so it was good enough. As a bonus, the house was bought for a steal anyway.

I wasn’t there for the move because I’d just returned from the north. I rubbed my temples. ...