The Fortress at the Graveside

late, Captain,” he said, his voice warm and steady. “The private airfield was delayed.”

He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

The room behind me seemed to collapse inward.

Vanessa’s glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. Red wine spread across the carpet in a dark stain that looked far too appropriate.

Darren stared as if the world had continue reading …