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386 pages, Hardcover
First published February 24, 2026
An ache shatters through his spine, breaking bones on its way through.
Basuin had never seen a color as brilliantly red until he saw the remnants of his squadron laid out and screaming for help, rubies spilled across the ice.
orange rays cast the waters in gold like an illuminated script only the nuns and their habits know the mastery of.
Unlike him, she’s already stripped out of her shirt, wearing nothing but a black band that runs tight around her chest and shows off the muscles rippling through her shoulders and arms.
But he feels it–familiar, but inexplicable. From a memory.
The only home Basuin knows anymore is war–and the smell of it isn’t just the burn of the hearth and food that cooks over a flame.
His heart-bone, the trunk of his tree, is reinforced with militant commands and strengthened by break after break after break where his body had to regrow bone and heal again, organs reincarnating themselves after his blood painted every border that Grimmalia ever thought they had.
He reaches so far, stretches so far that it aches his muscles and he feels his joints lock up.
« Basuin is scared shitless that Ren won’t accept his apology. How pathetic. A war hero, scared of a woman refusing to forgive him. »
« All he can see anymore is the smile on her face. It’s so fucking gentle and so bright and graceful and fuck. He feels shattered by it. Like the light of her is bracing against the darkness caged inside him, trying to slip through the cracks forming in the carefully crafted amor he bears on his back. She’s trying to undo him. Break him. »
« He could cry, she’s so beautiful. Gods damn him. »