They slipped out of the ballroom, and the noise of the gala faded behind the closed doors. The terrace was cool and quiet, washed in moonlight. Liana walked to the railing, and Sebastian followed, leaving enough space between them that she could turn away if she wanted to.For a few moments, neither spoke. The cool air stirred the loose strands around her face, and she tucked them behind her ear."Much better," she murmured."Your feet or the company?"She glanced at him."I'm still deciding.""Fair enough."She laughed softly, then leaned back against the railing."Do you ever get tired of it?""Of what?""Being Sebastian Devereux."He hadn't expected that question. Most people wanted to know about his power, his family, or the decisions he'd made over the centuries. Very few asked what it was like to live with the weight of being himself."Sometimes," he admitted.Her expression softened, but she didn't rush to fill the silence. That, more than anything, made him want to tell her th
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