Steel And Saddle
A maid passed the hallway minutes later and found the door ajar, the room empty, the curtain swaying gently as if someone had just left.
She paused, sensing something off. The air was colder than it should have been.
She closed the door quietly, not daring to speak.
Outside, Gabrielle reached the edge of the estate and stepped into the city’s pulse, unaware of the eyes that had followed her.
Dellwire was colder than Gravenport. A place of glass towers and quiet ambition. Dante arrived with a suitcase and a storm in his heart.
He was relieved to be away from Julian. The man had shaped his life with iron and silence, and Dellwire felt like a breath of air—thin, unfamiliar, but free.