Chapter Thirty-Nine
Outside, The Isle of Serenity was lit up by fireworks. Everyone was dressed in their best, music playing loudly. We were announced, and we came out to resounding cheers. The crowd parted, making way so that we could perform our Awakening dance. Royal awakenings tended to differ from country ones, I’d learned. Whereas a commoners Awakening was a much more low-key affair, a royal Awakening had a lot of pageantry involved. That included the first dance.
Our waltz.
It begins, haunting, and angry. A demand. As is every touch, movement, and sway from Gable. He has pressed himself up against me, I can feel his want. His need. See the desire in his eyes, dark and hooded. And though this Awakening is all for show, though we’ve never even made love, one wouldn’t know that by
