SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
"Guide her to her room."
That was the last thing I heard Dallius say before we stepped inside a mansion so grand, so breathtaking, I still couldn't convince myself I wasn't dreaming.
Oh my god… am I asleep? It felt like I'd walked straight onto a movie set. Everything around me was so beautiful, so over-the-top lavish, my jaw nearly hit the floor as we climbed the stairs, my eyes darting everywhere at once.
I had no idea which part of Russia we were in. All I knew was that every inch of land, every building, every tree for miles around belonged to Dallius. And this place we were standing in? It wasn't just a house—it was a mansion, big and stunning and perfect, like something pulled straight out of a fairy tale or a storybook or a film.
