End of the Charade

Daphne’s POV

The door to Kaelen’s private suite clicked shut, and for one glorious, delusional second, the world was perfect. The air in his room was different, cooler, smelling of cedar, expensive leather, and the heavy, intoxicating scent of the man who carried me. I felt the strength in his arms and the steady beat of his heart against my shoulder, and I let myself believe the lie. I let myself