Ambrosia POV
A room in Elijah’s suite had been turned into a dining room, with a small round table decorated with flowers and candles. They’d been lit long enough that a delightful sandalwood perfume tangled with the air.
And below my seat, as promised, was a small gift box. I was sure he saw it, but I saw a white one under Elijah’s after all.
Jerome’s words made more sense now- we really were too similar. “Thanks for coming down the mountain for this,” Elijah said, breaking me from my thoughts. “I would’ve picked you up, but-”
“Oh, I know,” I forced a smile. “Busy, busy. Besides- I got a phone call I needed to take.”
He didn’t say anything, but the subtle quirk of his brow told me he wanted all of the details. Unfortunately, he was interrupted by Raine and that young girl that so oft
