Easter~
Two months had slipped past almost without me realizing it—two months since my heat had burned itself out, two months since Natalie and Zane's coronation had filled the air with music, firelight, and a kind of joy that still clung to me like perfume. When we returned to Paris, the city seemed to welcome us like an old friend. The cobblestones beneath our shoes felt alive, whispering old secrets as we strolled. The Seine shimmered at night, catching the glow of the bridges until it looked like someone had poured a trail of melted stars across the water.
