He Rejected Me for My Sis, Now I'm the Ruthless Alpha's Luna
Audible, constant, the specific rhythm of water against a cliff that becomes its own kind of music when everything else goes quiet.
I stop in the doorway for one second, to appreciate the beauty, then move.
The path is long enough that I have time to see him before I reach him. Zamir is standing at the far end, and even from this distance he is significantly more striking in formal dress than he has any reasonable right to be.
The bruise is gone, save for the faintest shadow at the outer corner of his left eye where the alpha healing hasn't quite finished the job.
Something in my chest wants to laugh.