They would depart at dawn, but for now, Cliff savored one of the last hours of peace in his home, taking in every moment, aware that this tranquility would soon end.
Sitting in front of the unlit fireplace, he felt no need for a fire, as the chill was manageable. Across from him, Violetta gazed into his eyes with a feverish intensity. She appeared to be sulking, her brows drawn together in defiance, while Cliff looked at her with a calm severity.
"Violetta, listen to me," he murmured, softening his voice. "I can't take you with me."
The young woman lifted her chin, her gaze even more piercing. "I'm far stronger than you; I will protect you!" she declared with fierce determination.
