The journey back to Blackthorne Castle was unusually quiet, the atmosphere felt different. The kind that occurs after an important emotional decision has been made. Like a new life trajectory had been created. It was always an exciting feeling despite the knowledge that there was no going back to the way things were before.
Elena walked beside Lucien along the moonlit forest path, the cool night air carried the scent of rain while the branches swayed softly overhead. The world seemed impossibly calm after everything that had happened beneath the chapel. For once, neither of them mentioned 1605, or the black door, or the mysterious woman, not even the covenant’s chaos. Neither of them were thinking about those things, at least not primarily. Elena certainly wasn’t, She was far too aware
