Jeniva’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stood just a step away from the door. She caught her reflection in the glass of a framed print, frantically smoothing down her flyaway hairs and dusting off her leggings.
"He’s going to think I’m a complete mess," she whispered, her frown deepening. She took a steadying breath and stepped back into the living room.
The moment the door clicked shut, Dominick rose from the sofa. He held out the bouquet, ready to give to Jeniva.
"Here, these are for you," he said softly.
Jeniva looked at the flowers, then at her own hands, which were still gray with dust from the trash bags. "Thank you, they’re beautiful... but I can’t take them yet. My hands are filthy. I need to wash up first."
Dominick offered a short, understanding hum and pulled the bouquet back, cradling it against his chest. He looked around the small room, his gaze lingering on a stack of books on the coffee table as Jeniva disappeared toward the bathroom.
"I’ll be out in just a minute!" she called out over the sound of running water.
Dominick turned away from the shelf, his mind still lingering on the photo of a younger, beaming Jeniva in her Sentinel Academy uniform. The pride in her father’s eyes was the center of that picture.
"I’m done," Jeniva announced, stepping back into the room. She had scrubbed the dust away and pulled her hair into a neat, high tie that highlighted the sharp line of her jaw.
Dominick noted the change with a subtle, appreciative nod. He stepped forward and held out the lush bouquet again. "Peonies," he said, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "They reminded me of you. Soft, but resilient."
"Thank you." Jeniva took them this time, her fingers brushing against his as she pulled the flowers close. She closed her eyes for a second, inhaling the sweet, heady scent. "They really are lovely."
Before the silence could grow too heavy, Dominick reached down and retrieved the designer bag. "Also, I have something else. A formal invitation for my sister’s wedding."
Jeniva’s brow furrowed in confusion as she looked from the bag to his face. "But... Your Highness, you’ve already told me about it. I didn’t think—"
"This is different," Dominick interrupted, his expression shifting into something more regal and serious. "This is a formal invitation issued directly by the Alpha King and the Luna Queen. You aren’t just attending as a guest of the palace; you are being officially summoned as an honored guest of the crown."
Jeniva’s eyes widened as she heard that and accepted the heavy bag.



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