Noah laid on his back, the sand soft beneath him, and stared at the stars, thanking each one for his reunion with Zara.
She lay curled into his side, and neither of them spoke. The slight scent of chlorine mingled with flowers, and it was the best smell in the whole world.
“What did your father say?” she asked to break the silence between them.
“I haven’t spoken to him since sneaking away.” He’d told her the whole story of his time in Triguard, his horrible experience with Katya, and how he feared his father would never allow him to return to Getaway Bay.
“I’m sure he was livid with Louisa and Damien.”
“I would like to meet them,” she said.
“You will. We’ll go visit my parents, and we’ll of course go for her wedding, but that won’t be for, like, ever.”
“Really?”
“Oh, the royal enga
