The Perfect View

“I… I love it,” Lyra admitted, turning slightly to look at him. The smile on her lips was unguarded, pure, completely hers.

Kaelen allowed himself a brief, quiet smile, savoring the moment. Not the sunset. Not the view of the island. Not even the thrill of flying. It was her. Every little detail—her wonder, her warmth, the way she seemed to glow in the golden light.

Lyra noticed his gaze, and a