Evelyn’s POV

If anyone had told me a few weeks ago that I’d be helping a not-so-human man buy a phone, rent an apartment, and learn how to live like one of us, I’d have laughed and walked away.

But today? I was smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

Bryson is back, for real this time. Not in shadowed corners or fleeting moments, but here—beside me—as real as the warmth in his palm and the spark in his eyes.

We started the day early. He met me outside my flat, ...