Chapter 114
VANESSA
The night air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of roses and freshly laid hay beneath us. The entire garden quieted down, leaving Kyan and me as the last ones amidst its fragrant embrace.
The others had already retreated, leaving us to enjoy the solitude, our bodies tangled together on the makeshift bed of hay, quills, and rose petals. It felt as if time itself had slowed down, allowing us these precious moments where nothing but the soft rustle of leaves and our steady breaths filled the night.
“Kyan,” I whispered, my voice almost blending with the night.
“Yes, my love.” His response came as a soft rumble, the sound of it soothing, like the caress of a familiar lullaby.
I shifted slightly, letting my fingers trace the hard ridges of his abs, the familiar war
