Strangers After Midnight
To see them here, under the open sky, was the ultimate reward.
They spent the rest of the night huddled around a small beach bonfire, barefoot in the sand, sharing stories and drinking wine as the music faded into the gentle rush of the tide. For the first time in their lives, there was no looming corporate threat, no media scandal to fix, and no fear of what tomorrow would bring.
Later that night, after Kyra and Damon had headed back to the main resort, the beach fell into a serene, blissful quiet. The bonfire had died down to a soft, amber glow, matching the hundreds of candles that still illuminated the private cove.
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