It was one of those rare mornings when the entire Welles family was gathered in one place, not for blood, strategy, or another war disguised as diplomacy, but to simply enjoy themselves. Or, at least, that was the pretense.
The Welles Estate's private golf course stretched endlessly beneath the pale morning sky, a flawless expanse of emerald grass gleaming under the soft sunlight. Beyond the course, a few towering trees cast lazy shadows, swaying gently in the breeze
Cade adjusted his grip on the bat, rolling his shoulders as he watched Nyx step forward with that familiar dangerous elegance she carried like perfume.
Her long black hair was pulled into a neat braid, and her pale violet eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. Even standing still, Nyx looked like trouble waiting for permission.
She spun the ball once in her hand, shadows curling briefly around her fingers like they belonged there.
