Chapter 13

• Author's POV
• After leaving Rose at her father’s chamber door, Tristan made his way down the corridor, the echo of his footsteps a steady rhythm in the quiet of the stone hall. Outside, the evening air was cooler, kissed by the scent of pine and damp earth. He spotted Laura sitting on the low stone wall that bordered the east courtyard garden, plucking lazily at a sprig of rosemary between her fingers.
• He approached with a familiar grin. “You always find the best spots to hide when things get tense.”