Fall through time…
Trip to the English countryside. Check. Eccentric manor with a mysterious artifact. Check. Faerie costume at a May Day party. Check. Getting struck by lightning and waking up in 1192.
Definitely not on the itinerary.
Archaeologist Elodie Hart talks too much, trips over her own feet, and has just fallen eight hundred years into the past, landing at the boots of a scarred knight who hasn’t spoken a word in three years.
Sir Gareth de Clare is feared, battle-hardened, and silent after a betrayal that nearly cost him his life. He communicates through glares, gestures, and steel.
Elodie communicates through… everything else.
She never shuts up. He never speaks.
As Elodie struggles to survive in a world of swords, superstition, and simmering danger, she discovers Gareth’s silence is not a curse, but a choice.
And when she teaches him to speak without words, a fragile trust forms between them… one that could cost them both everything.
Because enemies are closing in on Greywatch Castle. And when Gareth finally breaks his silence, it’s for a single word— one that claims her. And binds them across time. Mine.
