Chapter 30 What Was Buried Beneath Her Wedding Dress
- The lullaby lingered in the walls, like a ghost that refused to leave.
- Aveline couldn’t move.
- Smoke still clung to her skin, tasting like ice and blood. She staggered toward the spot where Luca had stood, her knees buckling as she dropped to the cold marble floor. Her hands slapped the surface, desperate, useless.