Marcus glanced at her, the faint twilight casting a soft glow on her pure, flawless face, making her appear serene and beautiful.

Rianne averted her gaze and looked at him.

Their eyes met, and Marcus's gaze seemed filled with starlight, drawing her in with a magnetic pull.

Rianne felt a momentary daze and quickly looked away, as if escaping.

"Why aren't you asleep at this hour?" Rianne asked.

"Ria, I came here to apologize," Marcus said.

Rianne's body stiffened, her expression growing slightly uneasy. She pressed her lips together and said coolly, "It's unnecessary."

If a simple apology could heal the hurt she'd experienced, it would be that easy to...