Damon's POV
"I know words mean little to you right now," I said as I brought her hand to my lips. I grazed her knuckles with a kiss. "But I’ll prove I’m different through my devotion. Reina, let’s leave for our honeymoon tonight. What do you say?"
She blinked, surprised. "I thought the reception—"
"Forget the reception. I want you to myself. I want to explore a place I’ve always imagined visiting with my mate," I countered. "Pink auroras are a rare sight, but it’s the right season. If luck is on our side, we’ll witness them together."
"I think I’d like that," she admitted, a small smile softening her features. She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. "The spy from earlier... Miles. What did he report? You don’t have to tell me if it’s classified, I’m just curious."
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