**Soren’s POV
Rosalie had moved out.
It was difficult to know that she had left the cottage behind my home, but at least she had moved into a house that I owned.
If she couldn’t stay in my cottage anymore, at my home, at least she was still under my wing in a different way.
The sale had been rushed, but it served my purpose, so it was good enough. As a bonus, the house was bought for a steal anyway.
I wasn’t there for the move because I’d just returned from the north. I rubbed my temples– the supplies going to the north had been delivered as we expected. Everything else was arranged and under control. Why was I just having this feeling that something would go wrong?
“We’re here,” Thomas said. “Time to put on your smile.”
“Just shut up.” I rolled my eyes. “Is everything ready?”
“Of course.” Thomas was competent, but it wouldn’t hurt to double check.
***
