RHEA'S POV

My fingers clutched the flowers and held them to my chest as I pushed past and followed Aleksander who was still looking for the Vase.

"There's one down here", I told him, opening a lower cabinet door under the kitchen island.

He whirled around and dropped into a crouch, grabbed the vase and stood up with a victorious grin on his face.

"Ah! There it is! See, I knew I had one. Funny that you knew where it was, though. You seem to know my house better than I do these days", He shook his head.

"For now", I tossed back without thinking.

As soon as I spoke...