He’d never had a chance to play the gallant hero before, but he’d felt like one when he’d taken Fi’s hand and spun her across the floor. Not because he’d saved her from Armand, but because Armand didn’t matter anymore. He’d made her smile—he’d even made her laugh. Watching Fi’s face as she stared up at the night sky, the constellations rearranged in her hazel-green eyes, Briar caught himself thinking that maybe he’d been wrong about love all along. Maybe falling in love wasn’t something you dreamed about, or something you left to destiny. Maybe it was something that happened when you were
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