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He pulls me closer, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of my neck, and I can feel his arousal pressed against my body. “Are you ready for more?” he asks, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes,” I reply, my voice shaking. “Please.”
He smiles, his eyes burning. “Then let’s get you back to bed where you belong.”
Xavier’s POV
The next day…
Iglance at my phone as it buzzes into life, offering Jane a reassuring smile before stepping away across the gravel courtyard of Carcassone Castle.
“Garibaldi wants a meeting,” Tony says, cutting straight to the chase. “In person.”
“That was fast. What did you do?”
“Hit him hard like you said. Burned a warehouse, took out six of his men. Smashed up his bookies and two brothels in Queens. Sent a message that he loses a business a day until he agrees to talk. He called me just now. Willing to meet today.”
“Arrange it for a week’s time,” I reply.
Tony’s pause is palpable. “You sure you want to make him wait?”
“You questioning my orders?”
I end the call and return to Jane.
“Who was on the phone?” she asks, a tinge of curiosity mingled with concern lacing her words. “You look troubled.”
I dismiss it with a wave of my hand, the matters of my other life can wait. “It was nothing important,” I assure her, my voice a soothing balm meant to ease her worries.
But Jane isn’t so easily placated. “I can handle it, whatever it is.”
“Nothing you need to worry about. Now show me this castle.”
“You don’t have to pretend to be interested.”
“I am interested.”
As we wander through the historic halls, I watch Jane’s eyes light up with wonder. Her excitement is infectious, and for the first time in a long while, I allow myself to truly relax, to laugh and marvel alongside her.
That’s why I put the meeting back. I’m in no rush to let reality break into this little dream world we’ve set up together.
We play games like two children—racing through the gardens, hiding behind ancient statues, and stealing kisses in the shadowed corners of the sprawling estate. Jane’s laughter rings clear and true, a sound I would wage wars to keep alive.
I find myself captivated by her passion for the medieval architecture that surrounds us. The coolness of the ancient stones beneath my fingers brings an unexpected comfort, a tangible link to the past that Jane so dearly loves.
“Look at this,” she marvels, her fingers tracing the intricate carvings on a stone archway. “Can you imagine the history here? Who carved this eight hundred years ago?”
I try to match her enthusiasm, but my gaze keeps drifting to the high battlements, to the shadows that play along the ancient stonework. “It’s impressive,” I admit, my voice betraying a hint of my discomfort.
Jane catches the tone, her bright eyes flicking to mine. “You feel it too, don’t you? Like we’ve stepped into another time?”
“For you, it’s fascination,” I say, forcing a smile. “I see it from a defender’s eye. How secure the place is, how could people get inside? It’s got too many entrances.”
Her laughter is light, a sound that seems to dance in the open air. “Xavier, the great and fearless, feeling uneasy in a castle? I never thought I’d see the day.”
The courtyard opens up before us, a sprawling expanse bordered by towering walls. The scent of aged stone mingles with the subtle fragrance of the gardens.
“This castle… it’s like stepping straight into one of my mother’s books,” she says. “Walking these halls, I can almost hear the echoes of her stories.”
We find ourselves atop one of the castle’s highest towers. The view from here is breathtaking, the French countryside stretching out before us, a tapestry of green fields and distant villages.
Jane leans against the battlements, her eyes taking in the view. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? To think of all the history that’s unfolded beneath us.”
I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. “It is. But none of it is as beautiful as this moment, right here with you.”
Her laughter is the perfect melody to the tranquility, a sound I know I’ll carry with me long after we leave this place. As we stand there, the weight of the world and the shadows of my other life seem a million miles away. In this moment, it’s just Jane and me, our hearts intertwined with the history and the beauty that surrounds us.
When we pause by the cool stone of a centuries-old fountain, I pull her close. She squeezes my hand. “Why do you look so angry?” she asks.
“I’m not angry.”
“I see it in your eyes.”
“It’s you, it’s this. I hate that I brought such fear into your life. That you’re here against your will.”
“Do I look like I’m here against my will? I’m happy, Xavier. Genuinely happy. Aren’t you?”