After everything that had happened, Matthew knew they needed a break—a moment away from the danger, the mysteries, and the weight of the silver key.
Gabrielle deserved that much.
So, as the sun set over the city, casting a golden glow through their windows, he turned to her with a small, knowing smirk.
“Get dressed,” he said. “We’re going out.”
Gabrielle blinked at him, surprised. “What? Where?”
“It’s a surprise,” he replied smoothly, stepping closer. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I promise, you’ll love it.”
A slow smile spread across her lips. “I do love surprises.”
Half an hour later, they were walking hand in hand through a quiet part of the city. Matthew had taken her to an elegant rooftop restaurant, the kind with soft music, candlelit tables, a
