UNHOLY KISS

in the glow of the dying sun. Isolde had always found solace in its shadows, in the quiet hum of forgotten history buried within its st

silence that once brought comfort had become a prison. She craved somethi

saw him; she thou

iable presence. The flickering candlelight caught in his dark eyes, giving them an almost unnatural gleam. He was dressed in garme

old

ed it for centuries, as if it had always belonged to h

mile touched his

rapped in mystery. Isolde's pulse quickened-not ou

h a part of her already knew th

traveller. A seeker of forgotten things." He let his gaze drift across the

r throat dry. "I

-stained and trembling. "And do you ever wonde

ve, sending fractured colours dancing across the s

nt to be rememb

et Isolde. It binds the living to the d

ssed him as a passing stranger, a dream conjur

he whisper

stepped closer-too close. The scent of old books and s

"perhaps we are not s