Velvet’s POV

“Zavian, come with me,” I whispered, tugging his hand before he could even ask why. Dad had just gone to his room to rest before his flight back to London, and I didn’t want to waste a second.

He looked a little unsure. “Velvet, your dad’s still here…”

“I know,” I cut him off quickly, pulling him into a dark corner. My heart was beating too fast, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be close to him before Dad left.

Zavian sighed and brushed his fingers through his hair. “You’re too bold sometimes,” he said softly, smiling in that way that made my chest flutter.

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