Velvet’s POV

The flight to Switzerland felt long, but the moment we landed, my heart lifted. The air smelled cleaner than anything I had breathed before. It wrapped around me softly when we stepped out of the airport, and I held Zavian’s arm tighter. Everything looked calm, safe, and far from the troubles we had survived.

Zavian guided me to the car waiting for us outside. Christian stayed back in RavenHills with a trusted nanny, so it was only the two of us. The thought of that made my stomach flutter. I felt like a new bride again, nervous in a sweet way. He brushed his thumb over my hand...