Chapter Thirty
They stayed on that rooftop until the gala below thinned down to a handful of stragglers and the catering staff started clearing tables, neither of them in any hurry to break whatever spell had settled over the night.
“We should probably go home,” Amara said eventually, though she didn’t move to stand, her hand still loosely tangled with Rafael’s on the small table between their chairs.
“Probably,” Rafael agreed, just as unmoving. “Kael’s with Naya until morning, though. No actual rush.”
“No rush,” Amara repeated, something warm and a little dazed in her voice, like she was still catching up to the last hour, to the words they had finally said to each other after months of careful distance.
Rafael reached up and brushed a strand of hair back from her face, the gesture s
