The hazy moon hung in the sky, half-veiled by clouds.
On a secluded mountainside, wildflowers carpeted the ground. Fireflies of all sizes flickered through the night sky, creating a beautiful, sparkling display.
Javier Sinclair had placed a Barrier here, ensuring no one could enter.
Beneath the moonlight.
Inside the Barrier, Javier Sinclair pinned Celeste Grant beneath him, his hand clamped around her wrist. His other arm wrapped around her waist as he leaned down, his kisses landing on her shoulder.
She lay on nothing but his clothes, her outstretched hand able to touch the cool petals of the wildflowers.
A night breeze stirred, and it felt as if they were the only two people in the world.
His deep voice murmured in her ear.
"Weren't you fond of calling me 'brother'? Let's hear it."
All Celeste Grant could see was his firm chest.
It was close enough to touch.
His hair fell across her shoulder.
"The Archfiend."
