Chapter 108
Annalise
The morning was eerily silent. No knocks, no calls, no demands. For the past several weeks, I had been the one seeking them out, trying—begging—to earn back even the smallest fraction of what we once had. And yet, every attempt had ended in cold rejection.
But today… today was different.
The door creaked open, and I turned sharply, expecting one of the servants. Instead, my breath hitched as he stepped inside.
Dane.
Tall, imposing, and undeniably cruel in his calculated restraint, he strode into my chambers as though he had always belonged here. He wore his usual dark attire, the fabric tailored to perfection, hugging his broad shoulders, his black hair still damp from an early bath. The scent of cedar and firewood clung to him, and for the first time in what fel
