Harper's POV
High above, the silvery glow of the moon lighted the garden for Jax and me as we walked along the winding path. The flower perfume wafted through the fragrant air while all nature sang soft, twittering songs through the night. The tension caused earlier was now completely dissolved, yielding a place for comfort in the presence of Jax.
“Harper,” Jax proclaimed, breaking the serene silence, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you: why did you put that spell on Raphael to make him forget parts of his past?”
I paused and looked at him, bearing the heavy weight of my choices pressed down. “It was necessary,” I said, steady, “because Raphael needed to fixate his concern on our future without being haunted by what was or what could have been. I couldn’t allow him to brood
