--- Elowen's POV For a few seconds, I stood still in front of the sunrise painting, letting out a slow, quiet breath to steady the rapid beating of my heart. Then, gripping the silver handle of my mahogany cane, I turned around smoothly to face him. "Hi," I said simply, keeping my voice calm and even. Killian stood just two paces behind me, towering in his tailored midnight-black tuxedo. In the soft glow of the gallery spotlights, his dark eyes swept over my face, taking in the emerald green gown, the loose strands of dark hair framing my cheeks, and the steady posture of my shoulders. Instead of answering my greeting right away, he leaned in just an inch, drawing a slow breath as a faint, warm smile touched the corner of his mouth. "You smell so nice," he said softly, his voice low and smooth in the quiet hall. Heat inst
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