[This chapter is dedicated to Diavla! Thank you for your golden ticket, love.]
At first, Heather thought she had heard him wrong. It wasn't until she saw the serious look on his face that she realized she hadn't imagined it.
"Marry me," he repeated—slower this time, more deliberate.
Her eyes widened. She hadn't expected that. Not from him or even after everything. Shock hit her first, followed by a tight wave of annoyance that crawled up her spine. Her stomach twisted.
Of all the things Caius could say, this was the last she would've guessed. She was still angry with him.
She hadn't forgiven him. And now he was standing in front of her asking for something so... ridiculous?
"What?" she asked, her voice edged with disbelief.
He stepped closer, voice low and soft in a way that curled against her skin. "Marry me. For real."
Her breath caught. Her heart thudded—more from disbelief than anything else. What was he even saying? Was this some kind of joke? That had to be it.
