The world outside was unchanged, unaware of the miracle that had unfolded. Alexander’s heart raced, not just with the exhilaration of movement but with an overwhelming infusion of life. For the first time in years, the laughter of children, the distant hum of the city, the gentle rustle of leaves—all punctuated the silence that had so long been his companion.

Alexander knew he owed his newfound freedom to the boy’s mysterious ritual. A promise was a promise, and a Harrington never reneged on a deal. He would find Luke, somehow, and fulfill his end of the bargain.