An hour later, I made my way through the moonlit gardens toward the sound of cascading water. The Zenith family's private waterfall had always been one of my favorite places at Mount Hua Sect—secluded, beautiful, and filled with memories that belonged only to Seraphina and me.
The path wound through carefully maintained gardens where night-blooming flowers released their fragrance into the cool mountain air. As I got closer to the waterfall, I could hear the familiar rush of water over stone, a sound that had provided the soundtrack to so many important moments in our relationship.
I rounded the final bend and stopped, my breath catching at the sight waiting for me.
Seraphina stood at the edge of the main pool, moonlight turning her skin to porcelain and her silver hair to liquid starlight. She was wearing a simple but elegant bikini in ice-blue that perfectly complemented her eyes, and she moved with the unconscious grace that had always marked everything she did.
