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Dream POV
"Meet me in the garden," she says, her voice barely audible. "Out the back doors with the gold vines decorating them."
I nod and bow again. By the time I look up, she's gone.
I steal a glance back at the throne to see Punz and the King standing up, still deep in conversation.
Feeling eyes on me, I quickly scan the crowd and notice Schlatt staring directly at me. He seems to notice my eyes on him as he disappears quickly.
He's wary of me.
I make my way through the swirling gowns and chatter of the people, fighting to get toward the doors.
"Excuse me," I gently nudge past a couple who are dancing.
Finally, I make it to the large wooden doors. They have gold vines wrapped around them, including around the handles.
I place my hand on the gold handle and push down. The door opens and a blast of cool night air hits me.
My assassin instincts say that someone is watching me so I glance around again to find Punz staring directly at me.
The King continues talking and is turned the other way while Punz stares at me with his white mask.
Though I can't see his eyes, I can feel the questioning, warning look they hold.
I give him a knowing nod before ducking through the doorway, shutting the door behind me.
Away from the bright, loud party scene, I take a minute to appreciate the quiet, serene night.
"Isn't it nice?" I whip around to see Y/N sitting on a white marble bench in front of a small pond. A row of tall, dark green hedges surround us, shielding us from view.
"Indeed," I stride toward her, my footsteps pattering against the grass. "I can see why you like to be out here."
I sit on the bench beside her and place one hand on hers. I notice that her skin is cold so I pull her against my chest, resting my chin on her head.
She lets out a hum of satisfaction and rests her hands against my chest.
"So what'd you think of Schlatt?" I ask, knowing full well what the answer was.
Y/N's body wilts as she sighs.
"Worse than I thought. He is insufferable to talk to and even worse just to be around. He only talked about himself and how amazing I'd be in bed."
She sighs again.
"All I could smell was alcohol as we were dancing. He's probably drank half the alcohol at the party."
I let out a chuckle which makes her head bob up and down slightly.
"For the record," I lean down to press my lips against her ear. "I think you'd be stunning in bed. All for me."
I feel her body tremble against my grasp as I place a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"And do I smell like alcohol?"
She sits up and moves her face closer to mine.
With a smile, I suddenly exhale straight into her face.
She lets out a gasp and nearly falls backward into the pond but I manage to place both hands around her back, keeping her in place.
"Why would you do that?!" she whisper yells.
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