The Winter Solstice Ultimatum

The morning after the feast brought a sharp, freezing drop in temperature that froze the salt spray along the parapets into jagged needles of clear ice. The sky above the Minch was a bruised, menacing purple, heavy with the promise of the impending winter solstice blizzard. Inside the great library of Morven Keep, the atmosphere was taut as a drawn bowstring. Evangeline sat at the Spanish oak table, wrapped in…