Abigail’s POV

Charles strolled into Fantasy with the kind of easy confidence that immediately drew the eye, his gaze sweeping over the room in that unhurried, detached way of his. I caught sight of him as he moved through the crowd, dressed impeccably in a dark shirt that seemed tailored to every line of his body, his sleeves rolled just enough to hint at the strength beneath.

He moved without hesitation, familiar with the space and completely at ease, a subtle nod to the ...