Chapter 92 Impromptu Visitors

• Imogene Scott
• Damien and I sound the rest of the day resting. We lounge on the couch, the soft hum of the evening wrapping around us. I take a sip of wine, the cool liquid slipping down my throat, and lean into Damien’s side. His arm drapes lazily over my shoulder, everything feels... easy. No stress, no drama—just us. It’s moments like these that make me want to forget everything else.
• “I could get used to this,” I murmur, swirling the wine in my glass, watching the deep red catch the light.