Cian’s warning Chapter Twelve The wind howled so hard it felt like the car might lift from the road. Rain lashed sideways against the windshield, the wipers barely keeping up as Heather gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. Sasha sat rigidly in the passenger seat, the wilted sprigs of lavender in her lap, their…

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If I cannot hold anotherbefore I leave this mortal coil,let them know—I have loved. I have loved wildly,passionately,blindlylike a flame too close to dry paper,scorching even my own handsas I tried to warm others. I gave my whole heart,every last piece,even when it was not asked for,even when it was not deserved.I poured myself emptyand…

Heather Confesses Chapter Eleven Sasha found Heather in the kitchen. The smell of baking bread usually brought comfort, but this morning it only reminded her how much the cottage felt like a world apart from the secrets pressing in around it. Heather was at the table, hands deep in dough, when Sasha entered with the…

Ghostly whispers Chapter Ten Patrick didn’t stay the night. After their conversation, after the photograph and the revelations about her father, Sasha had almost asked him to. She had wanted to. But something about the way he stood in the doorway, hands shoved in his coat pockets and the wind tugging at his collar, made…

Ghosts in the Day Light Sasha woke with a gasp, the scream lodged in her throat like a splinter. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The low ceiling loomed only a few feet above, its beams thick and unfamiliar. Moonlight had drained from the room, leaving the faint scent of lavender drifting…

The Shadowed Figure The ferry arrived at Cork beneath a heavy grey sky, and Sasha sat silently in her uncle’s car, her face turned to the window. Rolling hills unfurled in endless shades of green, stone cottages crouched low against the wind, and pubs with peeling paint flashed by like fragments of another world. Eamon…