Camilla's POV
"It's not much of an interesting story," Malakai murmured, rounding the table to his own seat.
"I want to hear it," I replied, breathing in the floral and inviting scent drifting from the candles.
Malakai lowered himself into the cushioned chair across from me with a graceful ease that only made the heat already simmering beneath my skin stronger. The cool night air felt far away, replaced by a warmth that made me swallow hard.
Then he looked at me with a softer expression, the candlelight catching in his eyes, brushing the piercing blue with a liquid amber glow. "I'm elated you like what I managed to put together here," he said.
Like? That was the biggest understatement of the century.
"And if you must hear my boring story, I found this cabin during one of my horse rid
