Aria Snow pov :
If I had learned anything over the past three days, it was that the Blackwood Kings loved with the same terrifying intensity that they fought.
Caspian had overwhelmed my senses with breathtaking romance and liquid gold. Killian had ignited my adrenaline with neon lights, roaring engines, and fierce, unapologetic passion.
But tonight was Lucian’s turn.
The Strategist. The quiet observer. The brother who always seemed to be ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room. I had absolutely no idea how his brilliant, calculating mind interpreted the concept of a date, but I knew it wouldn't be anything ordinary.
I stood in front of my mirror, running my hands down the skirt of my dress. Lucian hadn't sent me an outfit in a black box like Caspian, nor had he told me to dr
