"Some bonds defy distance when one heart trembles, the other feels it, no matter how far."
The garden behind the Kayne estate had always been my sanctuary. A place of bloom and stillness, where the moonlight kissed every petal and the night air carried the soft hum of life. Tonight, it smelled of night jasmine and dew. Peaceful and Perfect. Dante sat beside me on the carved marble bench; one arm draped over the back as his fingers lazily played with a strand of my hair. His presence was like gravity, strong, quiet, constant.
"I don't remember the last time the coven was this still," he murmured, sipping from a crystal goblet filled with something sweeter than blood. "No political meetings, no rebel outposts, no vampire drama. Just this."
I smiled faintly, letting my head rest against his shoulder. "You say that you don't secretly love chaos."
