Chapter 9. Some Shards for My Heart

Zeath pats my head, letting me rest my jaw on his palm.

He remains silent as he stands properly with me in his arms before heading outside the warehouse.

It’s dark already, and there are slight traces of a storm. Hopefully, it won’t meet us while we’re still down here.

“Up there, what do you see?” Zeath jerks his head upward, and I squint my eyes into the dark to stare at the glass windows.

“Our matrimonial… room?” I respond hesitantly.

Zeath huffs a smile, looking at me. “You’re shaking. How do you feel?”

I didn’t know about that. But… “Optimistic,” I say anyways. The man cocks his head before I whisper, “scared.”

That’s pure honesty. I am scared.

He draws his face close and pecks my lips. “I want you to keep your eyes above you.” He jerks his head toward the windows again. “I have an encouraging surprise for you.”

Zeath gently lets me stand before leading me into a small glass cube attached close to the warehouse