Slowly, the ice began to crack. Diego found himself looking for the flash of her crimson skirt in the crowds. He found himself reading the margins of the books she left, where she had scrawled her own sharp, witty observations. 🌙 The Night of the Revelation

She threw a small, embroidered handkerchief at his feet.

"Why me?" Diego asked, his voice rough. "I am a man of war. I have nothing to offer but a name and a sword."