Chapter 150 The Shadow Of Tomorrow

The Sicilian coast glistened beneath the morning sun, the waves whispering secrets against pale cliffs. Genevieve stood barefoot on the balcony of the private villa, her silk robe slipping slightly off her shoulder, revealing skin kissed golden by new beginnings. The wind toyed with her hair, thick, dark, and loose now, no longer braided in the armor of survival. She was soft here. Still dangerous, but softer. Loved. Behind her, Silas leaned in the doorway, coffee in one hand, his gaze lingering. He was shirtless, the faint scar on his ribcage a pale echo of war, and his wedding band caught the light like a vow carved in steel.