Before anyone could even attempt an answer, the field fell into a sudden, suffocating silence for the second time that day.
Ryley arrived, moving with a grace that stole every breath in the field.
Followed by Mitchell and Oliver, the blond Enigma radiated a beauty so striking that even the wind seemed to still.
Gasps rippled through the nobles. Eyes wide, they stared—some with seething envy, others with helpless admiration—as they bowed before the very Enigma they once tried to erase from existence.
The tanzanite ring on Ryley's slender finger gleamed defiantly under the pale sun, each sparkle a silent declaration of who he now was.
Ryley moved unhurriedly to the refreshment tent, kneeling to greet Rosie with a tender hug.
The girl's eyes sparkled as she held up a delicate carving of a fairy. "It's from Papa!" she said brightly. "Morgan got one too!"
