Chapter Fifty five
The Sweetest Surrender
The dinner with Alexander’s parents had ended hours ago. The kitchen was dark, the lilac-scented air of the estate was perfectly still, and Chase was sound asleep upstairs, his security finally absolute. For the first time in weeks, the weight of the world had completely dropped from our shoulders.
I stood in the center of our master bedroom, looking out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the moonlit gardens. The heavy tension of the trial, the terror of the kidnapping, and the final victory had left my body buzzing with a restless, hot energy. I had shed my formal dinner dress for a simple, emerald-green silk robe that slipped easily against my skin, tied loosely at my waist.
The bathroom door clicked open, and Alexander walked out.
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