Emma's POV:
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
The silver-haired man. The one who saved me twice now.
Standing beside me. Real. Solid. Here.
'He came. He actually heard the horn and came.'
Relief crashes through me so intense my knees nearly buckle.
He catches my arm. Steadies me. His touch is gentle. Careful.
"Easy," he murmurs. "You're safe now."
Safe.
The word feels impossible.
But standing here—fifty feet above the ground, beside this impossible man—
Maybe it's true.
Below, Lucian's face is white. Then red. Purple veins bulging at his temples.
His whole body trembles with rage.
"YOU!" The word is a roar that echoes across the square. "How DARE you—"
"Dare?" The silver-haired man's voice is light. Amused. "I dare quite a lot, actually."
"She's MINE!" Lucian's scream is inh
