Pack your things, Eva," I said, as a dark smirk slowly broke across my face as I pushed myself up from the armchair, rising to my feet with complete confidence
I sat comfortably in the soft velvet armchair in my private study, sinking into the plush cushions as I slowly sipped from a glass of aged whiskey. The rich, smoky liquor warmed my throat with every swallow while the fireplace crackled quietly in front of me, its steady sound filling the otherwise peaceful room.
For the first time in what felt like hours, there was a sense of calm surrounding me.
The sweet, relaxing scent of Eva filled the room, lingering pleasantly in the air and wrapping around me like something familiar and comforting. Just breathing it in was enough to ease the tension that had been coiling tightly inside me.
It instantly began washing away the anger Bella had ignited inside me earlier, dulling the sharp edge of my frustration and replacing it with something far calmer.
