A red dress at a white wedding. That was all it took.
One woman, one entrance, one scent on the wind, and twenty years of choosing the same person every single day collapsed in the time it took a Fae prince to blink.
And River was three feet from the altar when the door opened behind her. The kind of door that changes your life into a before and after, and there was no going back.
She saw Tristan's face. The freeze. His pupils. The involuntary shift of a man whose body had just received instructions his heart hadn't authorized.
She knew what it meant before anyone said a word, because she had spent ten years studying his face, and the face she was looking at right now was one she had never seen before and would never forget.
And worse, she felt it through their bond.
Tristan blinked.
