It was not just a house, it was a home, filled with plants, crystals, and tapestries hanging. It was cluttered but still tidy, like everything was in its place for a reason.
The living area was quaint with a homey sofa of florals, a rug, and bookshelves, all facing a fireplace that was roaring with life, making the whole place warm.
An incense burned, filling the space with a calming lavender. Candles were lit all over every surface that wasn’t already occupied.
Tabitha sat down in a chair facing the kitchen along the back wall. It wasn’t like the clean, modern wood of the estate; it was weathered, but loved. Like her kitchen and dining room was the true hub of her home.
It felt like it anyway.
I sat down in the chair next to her, Cain on her other side. Brax sat next to me, shuffling
