Born with the ability to see souls, Nolan has endured years of neglect and theft by his deceitful relative, Julian. When the heiress Selena wakes from a coma, Nolan uses his supernatural insight to expose Julian's lies and reclaim the life that was stolen from him. As family secrets and financial greed collide, Nolan must protect the truth before the powerful Valen family can silence him forever.
I laid out my plan right there. I'll read her her favorite magazines and company briefings every day, play music, I'll describe the weather, use different sounds and scents to keep her senses engaged the nurse at her lying in the bed.
If you're okay with it, that way she'll get used to me being around. Selina's soul raised an eyebrow. Okay. Sounds legit.
Let's see how many days you actually last. Next morning, when Helena walked into the room, I'd just finished brushing out Selena's hair. Her nails were trimmed and clean. Her color was already better than yesterday.
A thriller was playing on the screen. Every time the plot turned, I quietly explained what was happening to her. Once the movie hit a quieter spetch and started picked up a tablet, the board's still watching the air's recovery closely.
No major disruptions yet, news. Not bad. Professional. I said a homemade fruit tea on the bedside table. Selena leaned in, curious.
What's that? I smell citrus. Mint. A hint of vanilla. Helena noticed the suitcase in the corner, the folding bed I'd set up. Her expression shifted.
You moved your luggage in here, too? You can go home at night to rest. You don't have to be here around the clock. I smiled, tried not to look at Selena pacing around me.
As long as I'm not going back to that house, anywhere's fine. Plus, if I stay here, I can monitor her the whole time. That should help her recovery. When I finished, I snuck a glance at Selena's soul.
She looked better than yesterday, already. Arms crossed, muttering to herself. Julian the Trash Teep has never taken care of anyone in his life.