Chapter 66

• Author's POV
• Laura closed the distance between them, her breath mingling with his, her lips only inches from brushing his own. What had begun as a calculated move—a cold act of revenge against Rose for stealing Tristan—was shifting into something far less controlled.
• Up close, Kavian was no longer just the man she’d seen from afar or heard about in whispers. His striking features, yes, were undeniable: that sharp, aristocratic jawline, the chiseled planes of his face, and, most captivating of all, those eyes—green and blue intertwined like two storms meeting at sea, shifting subtly in the light. But it wasn’t only his looks. It was the presence radiating off him. The quiet, lethal power that seemed to hum under his skin. The faint, clean scent of him—steel and earth after rain—filled her senses and made her pulse race in a way Tristan never had.