Phoenix’s POV.

“Oighre Ceannard and her banoglach have been settled into the cabin as per your request,” Miguel sighed as he sat heavily on the small leather loveseat that took up much of the wall in my brother's old office.

The whole space smelled like my brother. I hadn’t anticipated the gut punch of grief that hit me when I walked into what was once his sovereign sanctuary as he called it. Every single inch of the floor-to-ceiling tongue and groove pine cabin ...