Velvet Shadows She met him in a place that should not have allowed romance to bloom; a crumbling coastal inn, where sea spray clung to the air like perfume. She had come to escape; he had come to disappear. Both carried bruises from the past, though neither spoke of them. At first, their conversations were playful fencing; teasing words exchanged over wine, glances that lingered a fraction too long. However beneath it lay...