Ethan's p.o.v

Damian led me in as he closed the door. "Please, sit," he said to me, gesturing at the leather yet exotic couch in his living room.

I dropped the fake files on the silica table in front of the couch. "I'll just go and call her now." Damian said.

I hummed.

"My love," I heard him call out as he strolled away from the living room to wherever Freya obviously is.

I scoffed, repeating after him. "My love."

The sweet smell of the rose vase sitting at a distance in the room and close to the T.v filled up the air. I walked up to the vase and...