Claire’s pov

The scent of blooming flowers surrounded us. “Damn, this is so pretty,” I exclaimed.

Darien chuckled. “I wanted to show you this place,” he said, smiling brightly.

We walked around the garden hand in hand as the moonlight casted soft silver glows over the garden. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of roses.

Darien stopped beneath a willow tree. “Claire,” he whispered, turning me to face him. I stared deep into his eyes as they burned with ...