Chapter 51
- Epilogue
- The wind was soft that morning, carrying the scent of the sea through the open windows of the villa perched high above the Amalfi Coast. Pale sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the wide bed where Kieran lay tangled in linen sheets, his breathing slow, peaceful.
- For the first time in months, there was no rush, no looming threat, no blood on his hands.