Maelis’s POV

The vibrating sound of the helicopter was shaking the roof, and the silverware on the table.

“Are you expecting a visitor?” I asked, turning to Melanie with a frown.

“No,” she answered, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. She looked cautious. “At least, not one with a helicopter.”

She pushed her chair back. “Stay here, Sel. I’m going to check it out.”

However, before she could even stand up fully, the double doors to the dining room swung open and he stepped in.

His dark hair was styled perfectly, not a strand out of place despite the wind outside. He was wearing a tailored charcoal suit that...