Book 1 Chapter 24
Aribella stood outside Bram’s study, her hand hovering just inches from the door. Her heart thudded in her chest, not from fear, but from the weight of everything she’d seen, everything she needed to say. She raised her hand to knock, and the door opened before she touched it. Bram stood there, tense and watchful, as if he’d been listening for her footsteps. His hair was still damp from his shower, curling slightly at the ends, and his shirt clung to his shoulders in a way that made him look both powerful and strangely vulnerable. “Aribella,” he said quietly. “Can I come in?” “Aye. Always.” He stepped aside, letting her enter. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting warm light across the room. Two chairs sat close together, clearly arranged and rearranged more than once. Bram c
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