Third person POV
The music changed again, slower this time — something deep and old that carried through the night air like a heartbeat.
Cassian leaned against one of the courtyard pillars, his arm casually draped around Rae’s shoulders as they watched the crowd. Rae was still laughing from the last dance, her cheeks flushed pink and her hair curling at her temples from the heat of the fire.
“Moonstone really knows how to throw a party,” she said breathlessly.
Cassian smiled down at her. “It’s all Alaric. He pretends he hates the attention, but I think he’s been waiting years to have an excuse to throw something like this.”
Rae nudged him playfully. “You’re biased.”
“Absolutely,” he admitted, leaning in to kiss her temple.
Her laughter softened into something gentler. “It’s good to
