Holt

mery was a temp

nd exotic animal parts preserved in glowing jars. The ai

y list to the proprietor, Arthur Reynolds

my order, the bell a

lace! It smells divine," a

tiffened.

y over Isabela, who looked as pale and fragile as a pressed flower. She was dresse

with manufactured surprise. "Sister! You're here too? Oh, I'm

me as a petty, jealous wife who couldn't bear

He frowned, a flash of an

ff guard. She had never sp

ng Gavyn a cool nod

to enrage him more than

p this childishness. Isabela is unwell.

back to the counter. "Art

eel the heat of Gavyn's anger from across the

be angry with her, Gavyn. I know how much she loved th

ice dropping to a low murmur of

little drama, oblivious to the whisp

nause

the wealthiest clients. The curtain twitched. I caught a glimpse of a ha

s enjoying

the shop's centerpiece, a fist-sized chunk o

Gavyn? It's

dominance, puffed out his chest.

her eyes shining

old smile playing o

bone ring leaned forward, a flicker of interest in h

d and slipped o

about to ge