When I walked into that house, my legs were trembling.

The entire Salvatore clan was gathered in the living room. They looked like something out of a Renaissance painting. Every single one of them was beautiful and radiated power and wealth.

What was I even doing there?

I could feel August's hand resting against my back, his body close to mine.

Somehow, I knew that if I suddenly panicked and ran away, he would support me.

It was strange.

We barely knew each other, yet I trusted him.