Baine Family Love and War: Book 2 Finally My Own Love
It was not made of metal; it was ancient, gnarled wood, bound in silver and etched with glowing runes that made Ava’s eyes ache with a dull, thumping pain.
“In here,” he growled, swiping a heavy key across the lock.
The door groaned open, revealing a room that was the polar opposite of her cell. It was vast, circular, and filled with the scent of lilies and old parchment. The air here was so thick with magic it felt like walking into a wall of water. In the center of the chamber sat a massive stone dais, and atop it lay a book bound in what looked like pale, shimmering leather, the Baine family chronicle. But it was the person standing behind the dais that made Ava’s breath catch in her thro
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