Chapter 92
Vanya
The fountain ahead glimmered under the moonlight, casting ripples of silver onto the stone. My heart thundered beneath the tight bodice of my green dress, the potion still warm in my blood. I had an hour—just one hour before this moment slipped through my fingers and I became Vaughn again.
And then I saw him.
Kross.
He stood near the fountain, shadows dancing across his face, tux fitting his broad shoulders like it was made for him alone. He turned toward me the second I approached, his eyes lighting up with something raw, something only for me.
"Vanya," he breathed, like he wasn’t sure I was real.
I didn't answer. I just stepped into him and kissed him like we were running out of time—because we were. He caught me, held me, one hand wrapping around my waist, the ot
