Noah soothed his son, lowered his head, and asked her, “What are we to each other, Gwynn?”

“A jailer and a prisoner.” Her voice was hollow. “I’m not your wife, Noah. I’m your prisoner!”

Another gust of night breeze blew past him, sending chills down his spine.

…

Noah ended up sleeping in the study that night.

He had a dream in which Gwynn left, taking Lorian with her. She also took away every scarf and cashmere sweater she had made with her, leaving the bedroom empty except for a veil, wh