“Ah…”
The veins in Damien’s throat pulsed as he tilted his head back. Outside, a flash of lightning was swiftly followed by the resounding crash of thunder. As the autumn storm unleashed its fury, the fierce drumming of rain seemed to harmonize with the music.
“Blast it all…”
With his eyes squeezed shut, he strained to recall her face. His breath came in labored bursts, his brow knitted in concentration as if he were approaching the end of a race. The sound of the rain… What had it been like when they listened to it together? He could almost hear the rhythmic pattering of the rain on the carriage roof as they had that night.
Her face, damp from the rain and aglow with excitement, drew closer to him. As the music reached its crescendo, a hoarse whisper emerged from Damien’s lips. “Chloe, Chloe, my love…”
Raindrops and tears glistened on her long lashes, her face radiating joy. Her eyes narrowed, and her voice trembled with uncontrolled excitement.
