Chapter 75

When Lucianne was done dressing up, she came out of her spot and took her time to walk back to the largest acacia tree, captivated by the number of freesias between her feet and in front of her. She leaned against the largest tree trunk and was rooted to the ground even when Xandar’s tall figure approached her from behind.

One of his hands reached for her abdomen and the other for her arm. He took in her scent from her neck before he whispered into her ear, “I come here when I need to get away for a while. From everything.”

She turned her head and her eyes met his as she asked, “Since when?”

He smiled at the memory, “Since forever. Whenever I need a break from what I am, what I have to do and who I have to be, I come here for some quiet time… and to just be by myself. Away from all pressure and expectations. I did come here more often after my parents and I stopped seeing eye to eye. There’s something about this place that just makes it welcoming.. and soothing.”

“I feel it too.” She took a breath of air filled with the scent of the freesias before she asked, “ Does Christian come here with you sometimes?”

Xandar shook his head and rested his chin on her shoulder before looking up into her eyes, “H e doesn’t know about this place. I never told him or anyone else. It’s my escape from everything and everyone so I keep it a secret.”

Lucianne felt a tug in her heart, a tug towards him. He brought her to a place where no one else in his life knew about. She was so touched and surprised that she didn’t know what to

say.

himself on the ground, his back leaning against the tree. He then patted on his lap, motioning his mate to sit there as he looked up at her in hopefulness and anticipation. Lucianne returned his smile as she sat sideways on

to the field before them. That was when Xandar said, “I don’t believe that it’s a coincidence, you know?” She looked at him in confusion so he continued to explain as his beguiling eyes fix on her black orbs. “What are the odds that the place I seek refuge from all

colors and scents but she didn’t connect

“And what are the odds that all these freesia are surrounded by a forest of acacia

smile fell as jealousy and insecurity swam in his eyes, making him hold her closer a she asked, “What do you mean? You know someone who’s

but I do know someone who smells like

Xandar asked in a homicidal tone, eyes already

and said, “It’s you, Xandar. You smell like these trees. How can you not know that? It’s

stopped his assault and held her closer t o take in her scent again. He

can too. You can let me protect you. You don’t have to

shyly as she leaned into his warm, hard chest, “I’m not a

right. You’re my flower.” She looked up a t him before he continued, “And I’m

reached for his cheek and her thumb caressed it as she

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