Lira's POV:
The ride back home was quiet, just the low hum of the engine and the noise in my head. My driver kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, probably wondering why I looked like I had just walked through a storm cloud.
Because that’s exactly how I felt.
Leo's words lingered in my mind like a slow burning candle. It was soft, warm, and dangerous.
As we pulled into the driveway, the weight of my real life came rushing back. Damian’s car was still parked out front. The garden smelled like fresh soil and daisies.
My chest tightened at the sight of them.
When I stepped inside, the scent of daises hit me again. It was sharp, clean, and almost sterile.
I kicked off my heels, not caring where they landed, and made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. Just
