The scent of flowers mixed with the faint tang of the night air, delicate yet intoxicating. Kain’s gaze swept across it, sharp, deliberate, assessing, approving. “Perfect,” he said to Mario, his voice low, a razor-edge of anticipation in it. He checked his watch. “It’s 8:30. Do you think she’ll come?” “Hopefully,” Mario said, shoulders tight with cautious optimism. He looked like a man willing to pray to the universe right now. **** Kain let a slow, controlled breath slip through his teeth. The garden was perfect. Too perfect. Hours of rehearsal. Every string tuned. Every light tested. Every detail bent to his will. He had controlled empires with less effort than it took to prepare this night and yet his chest burned like something wild had been caged inside him. He checked his watch again. He paced, fingers flexing at his sides, straightened his cuffs for the third time, then dragged a hand through his hair. His pulse beat hard at the base of his throat itching for th
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