Heather’s POV

It was late at night when we finally arrived in Paris. The city lights blurred through the car window as Kayden guided me to the waiting chauffeur-driven car. The silence between us felt heavy, but he broke it as we slid inside.

“I’ve booked us a couple’s room,” he said, his tone flat, almost defensive. “I don’t want Stella and Damon think…” His words trailed off awkwardly, leaving me to fill in the blanks.

I turned to him, biting down the hurt that ...