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CHAPTER 107
~Spring's POV~
The sun had already dipped low, streaking the sky in rose and gold by the time I finished curling the last strand of my hair.
My dress was simple but elegant. Storm didn't strike me as the flashy type. Something about him preferred sincerity over spectacle.
I heard the chime of the doorbell, and my heart immediately stuttered in my chest.
He's here.
I grabbed my clutch and practically rushed out of the room, nearly tripping on the last step of the stairs as I headed for the front door—but Rhys got there first.
Of course he did.
He opened it slowly, calmly, like this was a normal day and he hadn't spent the past couple of hours low-key brooding since the River incident.
From my place at the stairs, I saw Storm standing there. Dressed in a black shirt rolled at the sleeves, his long blond hair brushed neatly behind his shoulder, and his eyes were trained on me. Or maybe on the shadow of me behind Rhys.
"Storm," Rhys greeted coolly.
