The restaurant was quiet, lit by the soft glow of candlelight. It was the same place where Diana and Nicholas had shared their first date—where he had once smiled at her across the table and told her she was the only woman he'd ever love.
Now, the air between them was heavy and cold.
Nicholas sat across from her, his face pale, his usual arrogance gone. He looked smaller somehow—like a man who had lost more than just power. “You remember this place?" he asked quietly.
Diana nodded. “I do."
He gave a sad smile. “We came here after the first hunt you joined. You were nervous, and I kept telling you not to worry."
“I remember," she said softly. “You ordered me the same dish you always get."
He chuckled bitterly. “You used to say I was predictable."
“You were," she replied. “I just did
