The house at the edge of Greyfenwood was everything Finnian OConnell had ever dreamed of, even if he had never lived to see it. It was a beautiful, sprawling homestead built of polished oak and natural stone, blending seamlessly into the surrounding forest. Warm, golden light spilled from the glass windows, cutting through the encroaching twilight. Inside, the hearth crackled with a lively, comforting fire, filling the living room with the scent of burning pine and sweet cinnamon. Leo sat in his favorite leather armchair, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The heavy, moss-scented journal rested carefully on his lap. Beside him, sitting cross-legged on a large woven rug, was Cian. The boy had already changed out of his muddy clothes, but his brilliant green eyes were wide, completely fixated on his grandfather. From the kitchen, Maya walked in. Her hair, once a raven black, was now beautifully frosted with white, but her smile was as radiant as the day Leo had ma