ADRIAN'S P.O.V.
The moon hung low in the velvet sky, its glow casting soft silver streaks across the stone walls of my castle. Tonight had been a whirlwind of emotions, confessions, some tears, and even arguments. Lucian and Teresa's ongoing drama also provided enough tension to make even the bravest hearts falter, yet I'd found myself observing it all with a strange sense of detachment. My focus wasn't on their endless push and pull. No, my focus only her, my Juliette.
She was a vision, bold and fierce as ever, though her eyes betrayed the vulnerability she worked so hard to mask. We had spent the better part of the night in quiet conversation after our return from the crystal cave, her walls were slowly lowering brick by brick. I'd seen glimpses of the softness she hid behind her sharp tongue and quick wit, and every glance, every word, only deepened the connection I felt.
