ILIANA’S POV
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Drystan has his arm draped over my shoulders, our luggage are pulled behind us as we walk down the boardwalk of the boat toward the land. Every fibre of my being is alive. Every inch of my skin tingles and everything just feels different. I feel different, in a good way. A great way. The sky is a brighter shade of blue, the sun feels warmer, and I am happier. Drystan hasn’t taken his hands off me since we made love, and to be frank, I don’t want him to. I want him to touch me, forever.
I’m so focused on him that I barely notice when we walk onto land, and my gaze sweeps over dozens of people being greeted like we’ve been away for months. “Iliana?” a familiar deep voice drags me from the view of greetings, and my head pivots into the direction where my father stands, his
