Viya's POV
I nearly cried out in surprise, but familiar lips captured mine before I could make a sound. The crisp night air mixed with the intoxicating scent of dark sandalwood and cold metal—Caesar's unmistakable signature.
Outside, fireworks continued to explode in brilliant bursts, conveniently masking any sounds we might make. But the garden was full of pack members—if anyone looked up toward the balcony, they would see Caesar kissing me.
My body tensed with awareness of our precarious position. "There are... so many people below," I whispered against his lips.
Caesar didn't stop, his tongue tangling with mine as he demanded huskily, "What did you promise me?"
The intensity of his kiss left me dazed, my eyes glazing with desire despite the danger. "What?" I asked breat
