The scent of fresh coffee and pastries faded as Lily stepped out of the bookshop, the bell tinkling softly behind her. The midday sun cast long shadows across the bustling street, but it was another kind of shadow that caught her attention. A familiar, intoxicating scent wafted from a nearby alley, sending a shiver down her spine.
Caspian.
Her feet moved of their own accord, drawing her into the dimness between buildings. Heart racing, Lily peered into the shadows, her eyes adjusting to find Caspian leaning against the brick wall, a picture of casual elegance.
"Fancy meeting you here, little witch," he purred, silver eyes glinting with mischief.
Lily's breath caught in her throat. "Are you stalking me now?" she asked, aiming for nonchalance but failing to keep the tremor from her voice
