Betty's POV. 

We stepped through an archway, and a soft breeze brushed over my face. The scent of night-blooming lilies drifted in the air.

My breath caught when I lifted my head.

It was the garden, bathed in pale moonlight, vines climbing marble pillars, a small fountain whispering nearby. 

He set me down gently on a stone seat, his hands lingering at my waist before he drew back.

“Why…" Why bring me here?” I asked, stunned.

Damien didn’t answer immediately. He ran a hand ...