Ten days.
Ten long, unbearable, breathless days since that night in the forest. Since everything cracked open and fell apart. Since Lilith realized the person she’d been falling for had been the weapon aimed at her all along.
Ravenshore had moved on, as if nothing had happened. The sea still thundered against the cliffs. The markets opened at dawn. People walked through the cobbled streets, steps echoing against wet stone. But for Lilith Rothwell, time had splintered.
Each sunrise felt like a cruel reminder that she was still here, still breathing, when every part of her wanted to disappear.
Her room looked like a time capsule, frozen somewhere between memory and ruin.
The half-empty wine bottle on the nightstand. Her dagger was tossed carelessly onto the desk, its runes faint and dul
