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Chapter 36: Picnic.

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last update Last Updated: 2025-05-02 06:38:53

KIAN'S POV

The sun had started to dip behind the hills when we reached the clearing. A gentle breeze moved through the wildflowers and tall grass, and the sky wore that golden hour glow that made everything feel softer. I’d brought us here on a whim—after the press room, the noise, the tension—I needed to breathe, and I figured Lena did too.

She stepped out of the car barefoot, her heels dangling in one hand, laughing as the cool grass touched her toes. The sunlight kissed her skin and made her hair shimmer like it held copper beneath the strands.

“You sure know how to pick a spot,” she said, looking around.

I smiled, pulling the picnic basket out of the trunk. “Thought we earned something quiet.”

We found a place beneath an old tree, its arms stretched wide as if protecting the little patch of peace underneath. I laid out the blanket while Lena pulled out the food—sandwiches, a fruit bowl, a bottle of wine I’d half-remembered to chill. We poured a glass each, toasted to “not having
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