The mere thought of being caught by my father—and the inevitable disapproval etched into my mother’s face—sent a sharp current of fear rushing through my chest. My breath hitched as Endymion, calm and quiet, took a slender silver thread and gently wrapped it around the base of my wedding finger.
My heart fluttered at the intimacy of the gesture. I parted my lips, ready to ask what he was doing, but his voice filled my mind before I could speak.
‘Tomorrow, I’ll become a part of your world,’ he said through the link we shared. ‘I want to understand more of your kind than my own… but tonight, I wanted to craft something for you. Something that might help you learn to project your gravity powers more precisely.’
His confidence disarmed me. No one had ever spoken like that to me before—not e
