GRACE POV
The coffee was too hot, but I needed it.
Mostly to have something to hold on to, because between the chill and the man walking next to me, my hands couldn’t be trusted.
Connor had bought me a takeaway black coffee from this tiny wooden kiosk hidden in the gardens surrounding Edinburgh Castle. The kind of place that smelled like roasted beans, cinnamon, and melted sugar. The barista had smiled when she saw him—of course she had. That man could’ve ordered poison and still gotten a free muffin.
Now we were walking among the trees, their branches arching above us like golden cathedrals. Autumn had wrapped the gardens in rust and amber. Leaves fell silently, gliding through the cold air before landing at our feet. Coffee trotted happily around us, chasing the occasional pigeon and
