Chapter 46 Thorns In Silk

• They rode through the gates just as dusk settled across the horizon. The castle loomed like a sentinel of forgotten oaths and whispered betrayals, firelight flickering from the highest towers like watchful eyes. The moment they dismounted, Mikko reached for Espen’s hand, fingers threading with hers like muscle memory.
• The guards bowed. The attendants whispered. But Mikko didn’t hear them.
• He felt only the pulse in his blood, the ache in his ribs, the warmth of her skin against his.