Chapter Forty-Five: Whispers Under Stone

Night fell over Iona like a shroud of breathless velvet.

The fire crackled low, casting flickering gold across the moss-damp stones. Isabelle lay curled beneath Lucien’s cloak, her head resting against his shoulder. His arm cradled her without thinking—protective even in sleep, fingers resting near...

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