Aria Snow pov :
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Estate's sunroom, casting a warm, golden glow across the breakfast table.
I was sitting in a plush armchair, my knees pulled up to my chest, happily writing in the midnight-blue leather journal Lucian had given me the night before. My heart still fluttered every time I thought about the glass dome, the stars, and the devastating, slow kiss that had finally broken the Strategist’s ironclad control.
"I have the best idea in the entire history of ideas," Maya announced, bursting through the double doors of the sunroom with the force of a small hurricane.
Ethan trailed in right behind her, holding two cups of coffee and looking at his mate with a mixture of absolute adoration and mild exhaustion. "She hasn't
