Leona Grant figured that was true. He just hadn't given it much thought at the time.
Annabelle Linton finished speaking and focused on roasting the fish.
Leona Grant watched her, her eyes lowered in concentration. The longer he looked, the more beautiful he found her.
There was something particularly unique about Annabelle Linton.
The first time you saw her, you could tell she was special. The more time you spent with her, the more you grew to like her company. Even when you argued and things turned unpleasant, you still wanted to talk to her.
She possessed a cool, glamorous charm, as if shrouded in mist, irresistibly drawing your gaze and making you want to gently push aside the hazy veil to see what lay beneath.
Leona Grant scanned his surroundings and asked, "How long was I asleep? Where are Xylas Shepherd and the others?"
"All night," Annabelle Linton said, handing him a roasted fish. "I haven't seen them, but I think they're probably on the same island as us."
