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The Final Anchor
Date de publication:
2026-08-27 16:51:02
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He's Still in Love with Me... But I'm Married. What Do I Do? The Ghost of Sterling Bay
The freezing wind froze in Elowen’s throat. The ocean fog swirled around the dark rocks of the lower reef, but the silver light from the burning flare illuminated the man standing on the slick granite shelf below.Julian.The fine silver-trimmed coat he wore was soaked at the hem, but his posture was as rigid, cold, and imposing as it had been six years ago in the high courtrooms of the capital. His dark eyes locked onto Elowen with a terrifying, calm obsession.Elowen’s fingers dug into the thick wool of Cassian’s sweater. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, her breath rising in short, panicked white clouds. The warmth she had felt moments ago in Cassian’s arms vanished under a crushing wave of old terror.Cassian felt the sudden, violent tremor running through his wife’s body. He shifted instantly, stepping in front of her, his broad shoulders completely blocking Julian’s view of her face. His hand dropped to the broad hunting knife at his belt, his grey eyes turning to pure
He's Still in Love with Me... But I'm Married. What Do I Do? The Line in the Granite
The howling wind screamed across the upper timber balcony, driving cold, freezing sleet straight into Cassian’s face. Down in the lower yard, the red glare of sixty burning pitch torches cut through the ocean fog, casting long, dancing shadows across the high stone walls.Cassian stood at the front railing, his dark wool coat flapping violently in the gale. His dark grey eyes narrowed as he locked his gaze onto the broad man in the red wool coat standing at the head of the invading mob. Beside him, Callan crouched low behind the thick timber balustrade, his hands gripping his lever-action rifle so tight his knuckles turned bone-white."That's Captain Thorne," Callan shouted over the roar of the sea, his breath rising in ragged white clouds. "He’s a cold-blooded privateer from the northern reaches! He’s known for wiping out coastal settlements and leaving nothing behind!""He won't wipe out this one," Cassian said, his low voice calm, steady, and deadlier than the storm.Cassian lifted
He's Still in Love with Me... But I'm Married. What Do I Do? The Blood-Red Sky
The blood-red light of the signal flare hissed down through the swirling sea fog, painting the high granite cliffs in terrifying shades of crimson. Down in the cove, the massive double-masted warship groaned against the heavy swell, its dark hull cutting through the black water like a sea monster. On its high deck, shadow figures hauled heavy ropes, lowering three large wooden landing boats into the churning tide.On the high porch of the community center, the freezing rain slammed down relentlessly.Cassian’s arm remained locked like iron around Elowen’s waist, shielding her body with his broad frame. His grey eyes were cold, sharp, and calculating as he watched the second wave of invaders assemble in the cove below."Callan, get inside!" Cassian commanded over the roar of the gale. "Bar the heavy front oak doors with the crossbeams! Owen! Mark! Move every heavy cabinet against the window frames!""What about you, Cassian?" Callan yelled, his hands trembling as he racked his rifle le
He's Still in Love with Me... But I'm Married. What Do I Do? The Siege at the Door
The sharp crash of exploding glass echoed through the kitchen like a lightning strike. Cold, wet air blasted into the room, scattering paper notes across the oak table and blowing out the candles on the sideboard.Mrs. Gable shrieked, stumbling back into the pantry door.The intruder hauled his broad frame through the broken window frame, his wet leather boots thudding hard onto the stone floor. Water ran off his black coat, pooling in dark circles around his heavy boots. A rusted iron blade hung from his leather belt, and his red, sea-salty eyes locked straight onto Elowen."Out of the way, girl!" the man growled, his voice rough as grinding stones. "We're taking this kitchen and everything inside it!"Before the intruder could take two steps toward Elowen, Mark Vance lunged forward from the dark corner near the hearth.With a deep, furious roar, Mark swung his iron fireplace poker with all the strength in his upper body. The heavy metal bar smashed square against the intruder’s left
He's Still in Love with Me... But I'm Married. What Do I Do? The Shadows on the Reef
The freezing rain slammed sideways against the stone walls of the beacon tower, rattling the high glass panes like a shower of iron nails. Down below, the dark ocean churned into wild white foam against the sharp black rocks of the lower reef.Cassian’s grey eyes turned to ice in an instant. The soft warmth in his face vanished, replaced by the hard, sharp focus of a predator protecting his den. He stepped in front of Elowen, sheltering her behind his broad frame while placing a hand firmly on Callan’s trembling shoulder."Callan, calm your breathing," Cassian commanded, his low voice steady and quiet. "How many men did you see?""At least eight on the rocks, Cassian," Callan stammered, wiping freezing rain from his eyes. "They aren't local fishermen. Their coats are black, and the rifles they're carrying look heavy and long. They’re climbing up the steep gravel trail toward the lower gate!"Elowen’s heart pounded against her ribs, her fingers tightening around her father’s gold locke
He's Still in Love with Me... But I'm Married. What Do I Do? The Dark Horizon
The bright morning sky from the harvest fair vanished by six o'clock, replaced by heavy, dark clouds rolling fast off the northern ocean. A sudden, bitter frost coated the pine needles and granite rocks around the estate. The calm sea from yesterday turned violent, crashing heavy grey waves against the steep cliffs below the North Point Beacon Tower.Inside the community center kitchen, the large iron stove crackled with dry oak logs, but the chill in the air seeped through the thick stone walls.Elowen stood at the heavy wooden counter wearing a wool dress of dark crimson, a clean white apron tied at her waist. Her father’s gold locket rested warm against her collarbone. She moved quickly, slicing thick loaves of fresh bread and stirring a large iron pot of hot vegetable soup.The heavy latch on the back door lifted with a sharp, frozen metallic snap.Cassian stepped inside, pulling the heavy timber door shut against a harsh gust of freezing wind. His thick wool coat was slick with s
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