Chapter 59

Alaria

I eased the door shut behind me, careful not to wake Anastasia. The hallway was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the sconces along the wall. I had barely taken a step when I saw him.

And though I did not want to admit it, the smile on my face was not one that was willing to fade, and I knew the reason behind it. Which was the man who just read a story to his daughter, who still did not know who he was, and yet was finding herself bonding with him in ways that she could not describe.

But as I turned to leave, my eyes widened when I saw him.

Liam was leaning against the opposite wall, waiting.

“I thought that you were going to leave.”

“I was, but then I figured that if I did not take this chance that I'm never going to be willing to take it. Or even if I am, it might be a very long time before I have the courage to do so again.” He said, lowering his voice to above whisper as if simply wanting me to hear what he was saying, no