CHAPTER 123

Morna's mind buzzed with the revelations from the Wilsons' mansion as she sat in her boutique, fingers absently tracing the delicate lace of a new dress design. The weight of what she had seen and heard gnawed at her, and despite the immediate danger, the thought of Drakon's haunted eyes stayed with her.

The chime of the doorbell brought her back to the present, and she looked up to see Drakon entering cautiously, casting furtive glances around the empty shop. The sight of him, with his tousled dark hair and intense, stormy blue eyes, sent a shiver down her spine. He moved with a grace that belied his...