Gray’s POV

The scent of roses hung in the air, mingling with the faint warmth of summer that clashed against the cold winds outside. I had barely taken in the strange beauty of the manor when I heard it, her laugh.

That sound. Familiar. Soft, but filled with a joy I hadn’t heard from her in too long.

I turned sharply, my chest tightening, and there she was.

Aurora.

She stood a few paces away, her figure framed by the arched windows of the hall. Her hair caught the light in a way that made ...