The snow in Caelmoor had finally melted.
That morning, a line of a dozen sleek black cars pulled up at the Harmon estate, returning Elaria and her grandmother just as they had once arrived-this was Grandma's one condition. No matter how things ended, her Elaria would be sent back with dignity, just like when she married Sebastian.
The convoy rolled into the estate slowly, silent and imposing.
Inside the dim car, Sebastian turned his head, looking quietly at Elaria. He didn't say a word. Instead, he gently placed his hand on her stomach, stroking softly, feeling the life they created. Then, he grasped her hand, holding it for a long moment, tender and lingering.
But no matter how hard it was, he had to let go. He'd made a promise-to her grandmother, and to himself.
Grandma
