When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I heard was the soft crackle of wood burning in a fireplace.
I was lying on a much softer bed this time. A black wolf banner hung above me, and the man from the snowstorm was sitting beside the bed. He was looking down as he changed the dressing on my wound.
The moment he realized I was awake, his eyes lifted to mine.
"Welcome to Dusk Fortress, fiancée."
Cassian Dusk.
I stared at his face, really taking him in for the first time.
The Black Wolf Lord who had been exiled by the royal court. The master of Dusk Fortress, rumored to be as cold and merciless as stone.
Yet right now, his palm rested against my wound, his movements impossibly steady and careful.
So the man I had rejected in that snowy cave was the very fiancé I had chosen.
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