Chapter 18 Our Home

• Lyana
• The elevator doors opened, revealing an immense lobby with beige decor and a ceiling over two meters high, natural light streaming in through the glass wall covered with a dark enough shield to block the heat and conceal whoever was inside. I felt a gentle touch against my waist, encouraged, I took a few steps, finding myself in a corridor. I bit my lip as I followed the path to the left, reaching a fully equipped kitchen with stainless steel appliances. Not only that, but I cracked a small smile.
• I retraced my steps, his presence constant beside me, as if he were waiting for something. Near the glass wall, I found a huge wooden bookshelf containing several books, a reclining armchair, and a small side table. I ran my hand over the titles, admiring the collections of books I had always dreamed of reading.