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“One second,” I said in a whisper. “I have something else I want to show you.”

She looked at me in confusion as I turned the handle on the door across from Penny’s room. It had been shut since Violet had moved in, and she had never asked what was inside. Up until this morning, it had been purely for storage, but I had taken the day off from work to transform it into something else.

I opened it and turned on the light, revealing an art room filled with everything Violet might need. It had taken three of my wolves and me nearly half the day to move everything into the basement and set up the space for her, but seeing the awe on Violet’s face made it worth the effort.

She didn’t speak as she walked inside, her hand trailing over the art desk, the shelves full of paint and brushes, the empty canvases, and various other accouterments. For a moment, I worried that I had overstepped her boundaries yet again, but soon my fears dissipated.

“Is this all for me?” she asked.

“You said that you didn’t have anything that was just for you, so this room is yours,” I told her. “No one will disturb you in here. I even put a little sitting area and coffee maker in the corner so you can come up here to relax without being bothered.”

“It’s absolutely perfect, Nile. Thank you so much,” Violet said. “It feels like home.”

“I want this house to feel like your home. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear before today, but it’s true. Political arrangement or not, you are my mate,” I said.

Violet grabbed one of my hands and placed the other on my chest while she took a steadying breath before speaking.

“I haven’t wanted to think too much about the future,” she admitted. “But seeing how you treated me today makes it seem like our future won’t be too bad.”

Something about the way she had said “our future” stirred a desire within me that was hard to ignore. Her hand was still on my chest, and I wanted nothing more than to pull her closer until our bodies became one flesh.

I cleared my throat, willing myself to back away. It was obvious how badly I wanted her—there was no denying that fact—but the last thing I needed was to mess up the perfect day. I hadn’t done any of this in a bid to seduce her, and I didn’t want her to get the wrong impression.

“I’ll leave you to enjoy your space,” I said, taking a step away from her. “It’s been a long day, and I should probably get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Nile,” she said.

She was still smiling when I left the room. It was all the proof I needed that this gift was far better than the necklace.

Chapter 11 - Violet

I spent all night in my new art room, alternating between painting, exploring, and resting on the comfortable couch. Despite my work, I managed to get a few hours of sleep, and I awoke the next morning to the sound of Penelope playing in her room next door.

I smiled as I heard her chattering to herself. She really was a wonderful kid, and I felt grateful that I had the chance to be a part of her life. I opened the door and saw that hers was open as well.

“Good morning, little love,” I said. “Are you still in your pajamas?”

“Daddy slept in, so I was just playing until he made me breakfast. Will you help me get my dress out of my closet?” she asked.

I opened her closet door and saw a row of dresses—identical except for the color.

“Are all of your dresses exactly the same?” I asked.

“No, silly! There’s different colors,” she said, as if I were blind. “Can I have the blue one, please?”

I chuckled and pulled the blue dress off its hanger, handing it to her. “Need anything else while I’m in here?” I asked.

Penelope shook her head, so I went downstairs in search of Nile. The door to his room opened as my foot hit the bottom step, and I could see that he looked a little worse for wear.

“Stay up too late?” I teased.

“Yeah, my mate is this really amazing artist—maybe you’ve heard of her?” he teased back. “She kept me awake foragesjust talking about paint and canvases and who knows what else.”

“She sounds really fun,” I remarked.

“I’m sure you’d get along with her really well.”

“Cute,” I replied. “But I actually did have something I wanted to ask you.”

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