Rohzivaan's lighthearted demeanor put her slightly at ease, but Ahcehera couldn't shake the lingering questions in her mind. What had pushed Richmond to the edge? And why did Khaterine, the heroine of the novel, seem so vulnerable?
But for the time being, she let the questions simmer as she and Rohzivaan left, her innermost thoughts raging beneath her calm facade.
Ahcehera was sitting across from Rohzivaan in a quiet, exquisite dining room in one of the academy's upscale restaurants as the sun began to set, bathing the institution in amber and violet hues. The soft glow of candlelight danced between them, the ambiance serene yet laced with an unspoken tension.
This is the first time we're dining in this place together as a couple.
