Sophie's POV
It was Christmas Eve, holiday music was playing, floating down the street. Sophie was sitting on the couch, Iggy laying on her lap. As she stroked him absentmindedly, she thought about all the things she was grateful for this year.
Her adoptive Mom and Dad, The Black Swan, The Vackers, all her friends, Biana, Marella, Dex, Linh, Tam, Wylie, and... her mind faltered, Keefe.
Her mind latched onto his name. She thought about his ice blue eyes, which just the other day had stared into hers when he told her...
Keefe's POV
It was Christmas Eve, lights were strung up on all the houses, rousing music on every street corner. Keefe was staring out the window absentmindedly, wishing that it was the next day already. The sooner he could get out of his Father's glimmering prison the happier he'd be. Especially since everyone was meeting at Havenfield tomorrow.
Havenfield... Sophie Elizabeth Foster. She was the most amazing person, and Fitz definitely did not deserve her attention. Tomorrow. His mind flooded with determination,Tomorrow he would make her see, that when earlier today, when he stared into her warm, gold-flecked, chocolate brown eyes, he meant what he said.
