Caleb had nodded, his jaw tight.
"I know."
And then the Queen had entered the conversation, a mysterious smile on her face.
"I might have an idea," she said.
Caleb and the King had turned to look at her.
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The weekend had arrived with a soft knock on Iva's door.
Caleb stood in the doorway, his expression a careful mask of calm, but she could see the excitement dancing in his deep eyes. He was dressed in casual clothes—dark jeans, a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows in a way that made her heart flutter even after all this time.
"Pack your bags," he said. "We have an official event to attend."
Iva blinked, still groggy from a restless night. The stalker's letters had been quiet for two days, but the absence of threats had somehow made her more anxious. She had be
