Chapter 68

Elvira

I blinked, once, twice, maybe I imagined it. I turned my head away sharply, pretending I hadn’t seen.

But when I looked again, their lips were still moving together, slow, lingering. Kale’s hand rested on her hip like it belonged there. Her fingers curled behind his neck, holding him close.

This is not a dream, not even a trick of light or wine. They were kissing.

I looked away again, this time more forcefully, focusing on a server’s tray that had champagne. I ...