Chapter 63: The Vault and the Veil

Dell’s truck grumbled like an old warhorse on the county road, tires spinning mud onto the frost-wilted hedgerows. The hush rode with Isla in the cab, coiled tight under her ribs — part promise, part threat.

Jonas’s hand lay warm over hers on her knee. Every mile closer to Greenridge tightened her ...

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