Olivia's POV
Lennox didn't take me to a restaurant or a crowded ballroom. He knew that after weeks of being surrounded by doctors, pack elders, and crying children, all I wanted was him and the silence of the trees.
He drove us deep into the heart of the northern territory, to a secluded glass-walled cottage perched right on the edge of a cliff. The moment we stepped inside, the scent of cedar and expensive wine hit me. Lennox didn't even turn on the lights; he just let the moonlight do the work.
"Lennox, it's beautiful," I whispered, walking to the edge of the glass.
"I bought this place when I was still recovering," he said, walking up behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his body heat radiating through my silk dress. "I told myself that if I ever found the way out, I'd bring you here. I wanted a place where the world couldn't reach us."
