The cool breeze carried the scent of blooming roses and freshly cut grass. The distant hum of music from the ballroom barely reached Ariel's ears, as she had been drowned by the erratic pound of her heart, which pierced through the stillness.

The arm around her waist was strong and steady. The touch was unfamiliar—yet something about it sent a shiver down her spine.

She inhales sharply.

The man's scent filled her lungs—sandalwood and musk. Familiar and intoxicating.

“Careful, Damsel. Falling into my arms already?” His voice was deep, smooth, and laced with something almost…possessive.

Her body stiffened, and her eyebrows squinted at the unfamiliar voice—yet hauntingly familiar to her....