The front door of the grand lodge swung open with a heavy thud, and for the first time since the wedding, the air inside didn’t feel like a tomb.
Liam stepped into the entryway, a low, melodic whistle escaping his lips.
He looked refreshed, his sapphire eyes bright with a light that had been missing for weeks.
He didn't look like a man who was trapped in a forced marriage; he looked like a man who had just touched the sun.
Elena was standing by the large oak table in the dining hall, her fingers white-knuckled as she gripped the back of a chair.
She had been waiting for this moment, her heart pounding with a mix of vitriol and desperation.
"Where have you been, Liam?" Elena asked, her voice sharp enough to cut through his whistling.
"It’s been three days three days since you shatte
