Serena’s POV“Reservation for Elena Reyes,” Dominic told the hostess, his hand resting at the small of my back.“Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes.”The hostess led us through the dimly lit dining room toward the veranda. La Cantina de la Luna hadn’t changed at all. The warm amber glow of the lanterns still created that distinct, secluded atmosphere I used to seek out after sixteen-hour days at the firm. We were seated at a table near the edge of the balcony. Below us, a courtyard-style floor was illuminated by string lights, where a few couples were already moving to a low, rhythmic acoustic guitar.“Wow, this really is a beautiful spot,” Dominic remarked, unfolding his linen napkin. “Good eye, Elena.”“Thank you,” I murmured, keeping my voice smooth as I took a sip of the ice water the waiter had poured.Five minutes passed. Then ten. I kept my posture relaxed, but internally, my senses were on high alert.And then, they arrived.I noticed Killian the exact moment he stepped onto
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