Chapter 16 - Mara And Vincent Share A Deeply Emotional Midnight Conversation
The house grew quiet as midnight settled over Lake Michigan, casting silver ripples across the dark water outside.
Mara sat on the stone patio overlooking the gardens, wrapped in a warm cashmere shawl against the evening chill.
Footsteps echoed softly on the flagstone path as Vincent walked up, holding two cups of hot herb tea.
“You should be sleeping, Mara,” Vincent said quietly, handing her one of the steaming porcelain mugs.
“I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop,” Mara confessed, looking down at the dark liquid in her cup.
“For three years, every good thing that happened always turned out to be a trap or a cruel joke.”
Vincent sat down on the stone bench beside her, his shoulder brushing gently against hers.
“You're safe here, Mara,” Vincent promised, his voice low and steady in the dark night air.
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“Nobody will ever touch you or your daughter again as long as I draw breath in this city.”
Mara turned her head, looking into his dark, intense eyes and feeling her defenses finally melt away completely.
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