Windsor's POV
The panoramic view from our table took my breath away.
Zion had chosen a luxury hotel thirty minutes from Apex Academy, where an elaborate dinner spread awaited us on crisp white linens.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Apex gleamed in the distance like a constellation fallen to earth. The academy's towering spires and manicured grounds sparkled under floodlights, surrounded by ancient oaks that stood sentinel in the darkness.
I shifted my attention back to Zion, who sat across from me methodically slicing his steak into precise pieces.
"This place must have cost a fortune," I said, deliberately focusing on the crystal chandelier suspended above us rather than confronting what tonight actually meant.
He glanced up briefly and slid the plate of perfectly cut meat across the table toward me. The aroma made my stomach growl audibly, and I immediately speared a piece with my fork.
