The chilly breeze played with both our hair as we were on the balcony. I sat on the railing, and he leaned casually beside me, arms braced against the stone. He wore a simple white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, paired with black pants. His hair was tousled—messy, but in that annoyingly attractive way that made him look like he'd just stepped out of a dream meant to ruin hearts.
He stood with the easy confidence of a man who knew his beauty was criminal—and didn't mind using it as a weapon.
I guess I had one more task waiting when I returned. I had to find the girl who had made a home in Davian's heart.
That would be… exciting.
"Besides," he said, eyes still on the horizon, "what had you so distressed that you didn't even realize you weren't invisible?"
I exhaled deeply, my breath catching in the wind.
"That's quite the sigh," he noted with a faint smile. "Is it that bad?"
"Don't ask… personal matters," I murmured.
