He stood before her like an immovable tower, his dark hair ruffling wildly in the fierce winds, yet he appeared utterly untouched by the chaos raging around him.
His icy blue eyes remained unnervingly calm, as though he were standing within the very eye of the storm itself, while his expression was as unreadable as ever.
Without uttering a single word, he began undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one.
Around them, people were still running for shelter, yet his movements remained unhurried, almost eerily composed.
He shrugged off his shirt, revealing his sculpted physique beneath, and Aliana was sure that, had the women around them not been consumed by panic, they would undoubtedly have dropped to their knees at the sight of him.
Slowly, Gavriel lowered himself to one knee at the edge of the pool and extended a hand toward her.
Without once breaking eye contact, Aliana slipped her hand into his.
