Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 321 - 챕터 330

CORMAC POV "It's exactly what it looked like. Simple curiosity, nothing more. I've already forwarded it to the eastern branch, since it falls well within their territory now rather than requiring the two of us personally."I said it to Bridie over breakfast, setting the letter aside with a satisfaction that still felt new after two years of every single request landing directly on our own desk.The morning sun filtered soft and honey-coloured through the casement, warming the scrubbed timber of our small table and the steam rising from a fresh pot of roasted chicory. Outside, the valley below the Weaving House was waking up to the calm, steady rhythm of late summer—the distant thwack of an axe at the woodpile, the murmur of the garden crew turning compost, the clear, undisturbed blue of a border at peace."That's rather wonderful," Bridie said, feeding Isla her morning meal with practised ease, catching a wayward dollop of mashed pear on the wooden spoon before it could reach our dau

CORMAC POV "Two weeks behind Isla, exactly as Wynn predicted, though I don't think even she expected to go into labour in the middle of drafting a curriculum addendum."I delivered the news to Bridie with barely restrained amusement, having just come from Wynn's own quarters where Cael was attempting, with limited success, to convince his wife that the charter's footnotes could genuinely wait until after the birth.Outside, the afternoon breeze carried the crisp, early scent of turning leaves and dried cedar shavings from the lower workshop. Inside our kitchen, Bridie was folding a basket of baby Isla’s linen swaddles, pausing mid-motion with a bundle of willow-green wool in her hands, her hazel eyes lighting up with that bright, familiar warmth."Some things don't change," Bridie said, laughing as she tossed the swaddle into the basket and wiped her hands on her apron. "I don't think Wynn's ever fully set work aside for anything in her whole life."We arrived to find Wynn considerab

CORMAC POV "A year already. Bridie, I keep looking at her and trying to remember what our lives even looked like before she existed, and I genuinely can't quite manage it anymore."I said it, watching our daughter, steady on her feet now and fiercely determined to explore every corner of the Weaving House's gardens, far more mobile than either of us had fully prepared for.The late-afternoon sun was thick and golden, draping the terrace in amber light that smelled of ripening pears, sun-baked earth, and sweet thyme. Isla’s dark curls bounced with every energetic, slightly wobbly stride she took across the crushed gravel, her small linen skirts hemmed up by Bridie so she wouldn’t trip over her own ambition. She had my stubborn jaw and Bridie’s curious hazel eyes, and every ounce of the relentless will that had carried both of us through council halls and frozen wastes."I know exactly what you mean," Bridie said, laughing as Isla toddled determinedly toward a patch of Ness's carefully

CORMAC POV "Bridie! Cormac! Goddess, it's actually you."Wren's voice carried across Greymoor's rubble-strewn square, older now, steadier, but carrying exactly the same fierce, capable energy I remembered from every account Bridie had ever shared of this family's remarkable daughter.The air hung thick with pulverized limestone, bitter woodsmoke, and the damp chill of overturned cellar earth. All around the square, the town looked as though a giant hand had reached down and violently shook the foundations—half-shattered timber trusses jutted like broken ribs against the slate-grey sky, and chalky white dust coated the roofs, horses, and the frantic lines of volunteers passing buckets of water from the broken conduit."It's good to see you," Bridie said, embracing her warmly despite the devastation surrounding them both, beating the grey powder from Wren’s heavy woollen rescue coat. "Though I confess I wish the circumstances were different.""Don't we always," Wren said, pulling back

CORMAC POV "The support beam's shifting. Everyone back, now!"Cato's warning came sharp and urgent, and the whole team scrambled clear as a fresh cascade of rubble crashed down exactly where we'd been working moments before.The ground shuddered beneath our boots, a deafening crack of sheared timber echoing through the ruined square as a ton of split granite and roof slate tore loose. A blinding plume of dry mortar billowed outward, choking the air and blotting out the afternoon sky."Mira!" Senna's scream tore through the settling dust, high and terrified, and I caught her around the waist before she could rush back into the danger zone herself.She thrashed against my grip with frantic, desperate strength, her fingers clawing at my forearm as pale blue light sparked violently across her skin."Wait," I said fiercely, digging my heels into the loose scree and hauling her back until she hit solid stone. "We find another way in. Rushing costs exactly what Cato said it would."Her brea