❦ Rosalind ❦Days later, after being fussed over by practically everyone, Viktor finally decided I was ready for the main surprise he’d been teasing me about.I sat in the back of his Lambo truck, blindfolded, my hands folded neatly on my lap. The air inside the car was thick with the familiar blend of my lavender perfume and his darker, woodsy cologne. It wrapped around me, dizzying and comforting.The hum of the engine lulled me for a bit, but the not knowing was driving me insane. I shifted, fidgeted, bit my lip.“Are we there yet?” I asked, unable to hide the giddiness creeping into my voice.Viktor chuckled, a warm rumble that seemed to vibrate through the seat. “Almost. Patience, Tesoro.”Soon, I felt the car slow down beneath me, the soft crunch of gravel under the tires. Then a light breeze slipped in through the opened door, cool against my skin. Viktor’s hand found mine, and he guided me out carefully.The air outside smelled wet and heavy like rain. It whipped my hair in
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