King Luca’s POV
It’s nice to see her eyes.
Their fiery emerald glow feels as if they hold me captive while we sway to the music in the middle of the dancefloor.
As if they have me under a spell…as if she has me under a spell.
Maybe she does.
If she does, I don’t mind it.
Digging my fingers into the curve of her waist, I pull her tighter, wishing we were alone instead of in this crowded room.
Leaning low so that the netting around her hair tickles my nose, I share my suggestion with her.
“Care to get some air outside?”
To my delight, she nods and I give her a final spin, bringing her close again and tucking her hand into the crook of my arm as I lead her outdoors, past the rowdy crowd on the patio, and towards a narrow path that leads into the much quieter, and private, woods.
We
