The garden was quiet, a chill wind blowing through the edges of their clothes and flowing through their loose hair. The distant echoes of music and laughter from the banquet hall drifted through the night air, a stark contrast to the tension settling between the two figures standing beneath the archway of blooming wisteria.
The scent of night-blooming flowers mixed with the cool spring air, yet Abrielle wasn't at peace with it. A silent storm raged in her heart with her palms going sweaty.
She stood beneath the wisteria archway, her fingers clasped tightly together. The moment stretched unbearably as she tried to steady her breathing. He had agreed so easily that it made her scared at what he may have in mind. She was tired of the games and all. The rumours have to stop. She had braced for mockery, for a sly remark, for him to twist her desperation into amusement. He used her weakness against her, enjoying messing with her and Cedric. Finally, he had simply agreed.
