Zephyrine's POV
The night air was crisp, wrapping around me like an invisible veil of ice as I made my way to the garden. The moon hung high, luminous and full, casting a pale glow over the neatly trimmed hedges and the stone pathway.
My breath escaped in soft puffs. I shouldn't have wasted my time coming here but on the other hand, he said he had something to say. But, why want us to meet here of all places?
As I stepped into the garden clearing, I saw him standing there, his hands tucked into his pockets. He was dressed more formally than usual with his usual cocky grin missing.
The moment he saw me, his expression shifted slightly. His green eyes darkened, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. He smiled faintly, staring at me as I walked closer.
I snapped my fingers, the sharp sound bringing him back. "I'm certain you didn't call me here to stare."
His gaze flickered back to my face, his lips curving into a smirk. "You do know how to ruin a moment, don't you?"