After leaving the boutique, Rex glanced at the time.
Still hours to kill before the party. Now what could be done to kill the time?
He glanced around.
The sun was high, the lazy California breeze brushing past just right, and the mood? Even better—especially after playing around with Seraphina. There was something oddly satisfying about getting under the skin of serious people. Maybe it was a hidden talent. Or maybe he was just mildly evil. Who's to say?
They always say your mood is influenced by the people you're with.
And maybe that was true.
Around Elara, everything felt soft. Peaceful. Down to earth. Like some peaceful forest spirit had crawled into his system and muted all the noise. She was calm without trying. Soft-spoken, shy—but not weak. More like... steady.
