The stone chapel stood silent in the fading light as Solveig Grimstad waited, worry gnawing at her. He’d never been late before—had his clan caught him, or worse, hers? At last, he appeared, but the relief faded when she saw his pallor and weary steps. Something was wrong. Stepping forward, she met his gaze. “You’re late… and you don’t look well. What happened?”
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