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Gia opened the door, then climbed down the winding stairs. The ancient stone steps were slippery. They’d been polished smooth with age, the center of every one so worn there was a dip in the middle of each.
The castle was on the coast of the Isle of Man. But Gia hadn’t need to see the crumbling turrets or partially rebuilt bailey to know that its history was long. The stones were whispering their stories in her ear, but she shut them out. She was only interested in the castle’s most recent occupant.
He hadn’t been here long. Since leaving T’Kaieri, he’d been all over, Italy, Spain, Greece—anywhere there were repositories of ancient learning. That was in line with his interests. However, it hadn’t been necessary to track him through all those places. When she decided to find him, it w
