The dim lighting of the venue glinted off Lucian's chiseled features. His dark hair, always neatly combed back, seemed a touch disheveled, hinting at the underlying tension. His eyes, a shade of hazel that Meirah had lost herself in countless times before, held an intensity that was both captivating and intimidating.
For a moment, the world around them seemed to blur, as if time had slowed. The murmurs of the crowd, the soft strains of music, and the distant clinking of glasses faded into insignificance.
She took over her consciousness in her control from Ruby. Ruby went to rest while Meirah was in her full senses. She took a deep breath, ready to face him.
Lifting her head, she looked at Lucian, who looked handsome in his white suit. He walked up to her and stood in front of her.
Luci
