Julian’s POV
Holding Amber in my arms again felt like a dream. I was practically floating on air, having her pressed so close to me. Her scent was familiar, yet also somewhat new.
We had so much to talk about. What happened to her hair, and her scent, since she got on that plane? And how had she survived? There was so much I wanted to hear from her, so much I wanted to learn. Yet it never felt like the right time to talk about it.
Right now, for instance, in the middle of the dance floor being watched by most members of high society was not the right time.
I kept my eyes on Amber, trying to relearn the dips and planes of her face. Even this close, she was absolutely beautiful. She would have made such a perfect Luna. I had been such a fool back then.
“Amber…” I said as the song came t
