Emmaline’s POV
“Whoa…” I whispered, taking in the view.
After we left the tournament, Aiden invited me to go sightseeing.
It was a trap.
This wasn’t sightseeing, everything was too grand for my eyes to register.
“This is my prettiest place in Ireland,” He said, sitting beside me.
From this spot, we could see a vast stretch of land, trees — nature dancing with the wind, and fresh air filling our lungs.
It was silent. The kind of silence that drowned any noise.
“Here,” He poured me a glass of champagne. “How’d you like my little spot?”
Our eyes locked. I shouldn’t be here. I should be mad, angry, maybe even furious.
Heck, I should have gotten on that flight.
But I was here, staring into familiar blue orbs and knowing fully well — I didn’t regret a minute of it.
He grab
