Next, Victor and Nightfire were led to a huge hall that was covered with warm lights, and chandeliers were hanging on the ceiling, glittering with warm light all around—so magical and… romantic?
"Hmm…" Nightfire hummed, taking in the shimmering glow that clung to her skin, catching in her hair, making everything feel unreal. She glanced at Victor, who was staring at her with an amused expression.
"You really went all out, didn't you?" Her voice was low, playful, but the glint in her eyes gave away a flicker of excitement.
Victor shrugged with a small, knowing smile. Honestly, she deserved all this and more. He remembered seeing her broken, shattered after she put her life on the line for him, risking everything, even though she didn't like a single moment of it.
Compared to that, this was nothing... She deserved a night painted with stars.
