Chapter 95
The silver lake hadn’t changed since the last time Aurora had seen it.
The trees still curled around it like a secret they were trying to protect, their branches bending low over the water’s edge. The moon hung lazily in the sky, casting silver streaks across the calm surface, and the wind was quiet, barely a whisper against her skin.
Aurora stood still for a second, letting herself take it in. The familiar scent of pine and water, the soft crunch of grass beneath her boots, the way the place made her heart feel full and empty at the same time. Like remembering something good that still hurt a little.
Rowan was waiting by the water, where he had set up a small wooden table, two chairs, and a few glowing lanterns that flickered like fireflies. There was food too, simple food,
