Reading Time: 13 minutesThe dreams started again that night. They weren’t sweet dreams like the ones Rowan used to have as a child. These were deep and vast, like looking up at a night sky that went on forever, except this sky was inside her head. Every night they came, thick and slow, filled with a feeling as old as time itself.
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Reading Time: 13 minutesThe world outside held its breath, wrapped in a thick fog that smothered the jagged cliffs and muffled the ocean’s roar. For three long days, it refused to lift, holding the isolated house on Wither’s Hill prisoner. But Rowan barely noticed the weather. Her mind was elsewhere, her body driven by a nervous energy that raced through her veins like lightning.
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Reading Time: 6 minutesRowan Dane didn’t cry when she found David kissing his assistant in the gallery office. Not when he said she was “too cold,” that she loved paintings more than people. Not even when he packed his silk ties and cologne and left without a goodbye.
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