Page 102 of The High Priestess

My eyes snap to Christakis. “I want three suits with this fabric.”

The tailor nods, and looking encouraged by Knight’s interest, he starts showing him more fabrics.

As I watch Knight relax while he tells Christakis what he prefers and what he doesn’t like at all, a smile curves my lips.

My angel is slowly returning to life, and it’s a beautiful thing to watch.

When we’re done placing our order and I take out my wallet so I can pay, Knight shakes his head. “I’ve got this.”

“No.” I level him with a scowl. “This is my treat. Please.”

He stares at me for a moment but then gives in and nods.

A happy smile splits over my face, and I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Thank you,ángele mou.”

Knight reaches behind me and takes his gun back, and while I make the payment, he digs his knife out of my handbag before shoving it into the side of his boot.

“Thank you, Christakis,” I say, avoiding the goodbye kiss and only giving his arm a squeeze.

“Most of the suits will be ready in three weeks, but the ones with hand stitching will take two months,” he tells me as he walks with us to the entrance of the store.

“Okay. Just give me a call.”

He nods. “It was good seeing you.”

“Likewise,” I reply before I head out of the store with Knight. “Now for casual clothes.”

“There’s more?” he asks.

“Oh, so much more.” I grin at my man.

It feels good taking care of him.

We climb into the SUV, then he says, “Before you get all excited about getting me more clothes, we have to stop somewhere.”

“Okay.”

As he drives to our next destination, I realize I feel lighter than I’ve felt in months, if not years.

The pressure of learning about the business and trying to please Dad, while trying to do things my way, is gone.

The grief isn’t as intense anymore.

I feel grounded and happy, and it’s all because of Knight.

I turn my head and look at him. “Thank you for sticking by my side when I tried to push you away.”

His eyes flick to me before returning to the road ahead. “You’re welcome.”

He slows the SUV down, and after parking it, we get out, and he comes to take my hand.

When he leads me to a jewelry store, his thumb brushes over my ring finger, and he says, “I hope I got the size right.”

My eyes widen, and I’m at a loss for words when he leads me into the store.

“When did you have time to go ring shopping?”

“While you were working in the office. I left Davies to watch you while I went out for thirty minutes.”

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