Two months laters....
Lara had never stayed anywhere this long before.
Two months.
That was longer than most of her missions, longer than most of her flings, and longer than the attention span she gave most formal rooms without an exit she could leap through.
But here she was.
Still in the castle.
Still by Sarisa's side.
And the strange part was—she didn't want to leave.
The castle was almost complete now. What had once been scaffolding and half-spelled stone had transformed into something alive.
Walls gleamed with warm golds and reds instead of the cold blacks of Malvoria's childhood home.
There were curved doorways, enchanted lanterns shaped like starlight blossoms, and windows that poured sunlight into even the deepest halls. It didn't look like a fortress.
It looked like a place someone could belong to.
And Lara, despite herself, did.
