Chapter 217 Daniel Pov

• Daniel's POV
• I don’t know what pulled me to the garden that day.
• Maybe it was the air — heavy with the smell of citrus blossoms and salted wind — or the way the sunset melted into the sea like gold crying into sapphire. Or maybe it was her. Rina. Sitting alone beneath the wisteria pergola, sipping something warm from a delicate porcelain cup, as if the world hadn’t once broken her into a thousand bleeding pieces.