I’d seen Isaac shirtless before, but here, in the moonlight… My breath caught. His body was a work of art—muscles rippling beneath golden skin, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. Mason was fit, but Isaac was something else entirely. He looked like he’d been carved from marble by a master sculptor in this light. And when he looked at me and winked, the pout of that mouth of his lifting in a lopsided smirk, I felt like I was going to explode.
“Oh my,” Zelda murmured beside me. “I bet you’re excited for your wedding night.”
I felt my cheeks flush and elbowed her in the ribs, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Isaac. For a man who seemed to spend most of his time lounging around and attending parties, he was surprisingly built.
The King stepped into the center of the ar
