The limousine drove easily through the night, and inside, Seraphina leaned against Vnox with her heart still fluttering about inside her chest like a butterfly from the beautiful events of their wedding.

She turned her gaze to him, studying his sharp jawline and the way his hands rested possessively on her thigh.

"Do you still think love isn’t for men like you?" she asked softly, remembering he was said that in his sleep.

Vnox’s eyes met hers, dark and actually unreadable for a while, ...