Two thousand years of failure. This time they get it right.
He watched her family burn. She saved his life anyway.
Isolde has spent seven years hiding in a medieval cathedral, pretending to be a nun, burying the memory of the village the Yorkists destroyed. When a wounded soldier crawls through the doors begging for sanctuary, she should let him bleed out on the flagstones.
But something ancient stirs in the cathedral's foundations. Something that remembers.
Aurelian is a deserter, a coward, and a man who can't stop dreaming of a priest in white robes and a woman he loved but couldn't touch. When he meets Isolde, he recognizes her—not her face, but her soul. They've done this before. Loved before. Failed before.
For two thousand years, the Root has been waiting—binding their souls, pulling them back, watching them repeat the same tragic pattern. This time, with war at the gates and Inquisitors on the way, they have one chance to break free.
But breaking the pattern means choosing love over survival. And in a world that calls their connection heresy, the cost of that choice might be everything.
