|Casmira's POV|
The night air wraps around me like a whisper as I stand at the edge of the overlook, the city lights glimmering on the water below. It's beautiful, peaceful even, but I can't stop the storm swirling inside me.
Draven's presence, solid and steady behind me, keeps my thoughts from spiraling too far. There's a magnetic pull between us—a tension that refuses to be ignored.
I hear him step closer, his shoes crunching softly against the gravel. The warmth of his body radiates against my back before his hand brushes my arm. His touch is light, hesitant, but it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he murmurs, his voice low and impossibly close to my ear.
I glance at him, my lips curving into a wry smile. "I think they're worth more than that."
His chuckle
