KILLIAN
“Are you going to tell me why you picked the 28th of October for our wedding?” I asked Elara as we returned to the terrace again.
I had excused us from the private suite, citing that we needed to make some plans, but really I just wanted to spend some alone time with her again. I wanted to inhale the scent of her skin—that intoxicating mix of floral notes and something uniquely her—without being interrupted.
And if luck was on my side, I hoped to get some sugar for myself before the night ended.
She said nothing in response, however, until we sat on the bench we had vacated a couple of minutes ago, the cool stone a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between us.
As she stared ahead into the darkness of the gardens, I found myself enthralled, again, that this beautiful wom
