"Ollie and Cece?"
The phrase washed her with overwhelming emotions. She could not distinguish them from each other. It was definitely love and attraction for the man standing beside her, hopes and dreams of a beautifully simple life ahead, it was relief for being with somebody who truly loved her, and was not influenced by an author.
It also brought a sense of dread, apprehension for the unseen, unknown future. It was a future that she had chosen for herself, not predestined, not planned by someone. What if she made wrong moves and jeopardize both Oliver and her life?
The owner of the pale white face was a man who could be anything from thirty to sixty. He had a bony structure and electric blue eyes, features that made him look like a classic vampire. It also made him look horrifyingly impassive. He motioned them towards an open hall, that led towards a winding staircase.
