FIVE BEAUTIFUL YEARS LATER
Cleo rapped her knuckles against the ornate wooden doors of Caestria Castle, which, to her surprise, stood resolutely shut. In all her visits, the doors had always swung wide, welcoming her with open arms. She glanced at Keiran, who mirrored her action, his hair cascading longer and more unruly than she remembered, while Cleo had opted for a more refined look, her dark tresses now cut to rest just above her shoulders. As always, Keiran found her captivating.
Suddenly, a sound echoed from within the castle, a clattering as if someone was straining against the door in a futile effort to open it. Cleo, instinctively reaching for the handle, turned it with a gentle push, revealing the beaming faces of Alexandra's five-year-old twins, Oakley and Oliveira.
