Elena.

There were all sorts of flowers— purple ones shaped like starfish, and tiny white ones peeking out of a stone wall at the far side of the building, near the kitchen.

There were large, perfectly bloomed pink flowers and little pink ones that I recognized as pansies. I never knew flowers could look this beautiful at night.

"They replant the flowers every season to match the weather," Killian whispered in my ear as we walked toward the host stand. I turned my head slightly, still admiring the garden.

"Sounds like a pain in the ass," I whispered back. Killian pinched my side gently, giving the hostess a smile. I...