Phoebe's POV
"Are you cold?" he asked when I started shivering. I pressed closer to his chest and let out a soft sigh as his warmth enveloped me. "We should head back."
The darkness had settled around us now, stars twinkling like scattered diamonds above, mirroring the vibrant city lights below. The city pulsed with life, seemingly untouched by the power shifts or the justice that would unfold tomorrow.
Tomorrow. The execution day for every traitor, the elders included. Elder Augustus's betrayal had doomed them all.
They cowered in terror now, barely daring to breathe in the king's presence, let alone voice any opposition.
Fear had reclaimed the palace.
"No. I want to stay a bit longer," I murmured, glancing up at my mate with a playful smile. "Can we... do it again?" The words came out bashfully.
