Ember Frost’s POV

This time, I didn’t hold back. My voice was soft but certain. “I love you too, Orion.”

We politely declined the bride's father's offer to stay for the night, and I let Orion take my hand as we made our way back to the base.

The place felt cold and discarded after being empty all through the day. I took a quiet moment to arrange the banquet of the flowers I caught at the wedding, placing them gently into a clean glass container.

The fragrant stems were fragile; I ...