Whispers of the Midnight Rose

stood there, her dress the color of midnight, her eyes holding promises

ne like Evelyn. She was the woman who danced between shadows and starlight, her presence both ethereal and tangible

her neck, the way her hair fell like a cascade of secrets. The strokes merged, blurring the lines between

?" Lucas asked, his

axies. "I am the bridge," she said. "B

falling uncontrollably —a collision of past and present, of