Chapter 8 THE RESURRECTION OF AVRIELLE

SIX YEARS LATER

AVRIELLE'S POV

I stepped off the plane, the pressurized cabin air giving way to a familiar, salty coastal breeze. I took a long, shaky breath, my eyes stinging as I looked toward the horizon.

"Welcome back to me, Calais," I whispered. "It’s been six years."

Cillian’s hand slipped...

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