KIERAN’S POV
Of course, Ethan had my full permission to propose at Nightfang.
There was never any real question about that. After everything that had happened—the blood spilled on our soil, the way he’d torn through fear itself to keep Maya alive—they deserved a happy ending. Or happy beginning.
Still.
Watching it unfold made something shameful and ugly rise like bile in the back of my throat.
We gathered in the courtyard as dusk softened into evening, the air cool and clear, lanterns already lit along the stone paths.
The hot air balloons Daniel and I had worked on all day—mainly to keep us (i.e., me) distracted from worrying about Sera—hovered beyond the treeline like patient sentinels, their colors muted now in the deepening blue of the sky.
The sea of curious eyes parted to reveal the woman of the hour.
