Page 316 of The Defiant Curse

As soon as she said it, Ethan kissed their joined knuckles.

It was clear this castle was more than a mystery.

It was healing.

“She planted that field of heather. I’m going to leave something behind here when I go home,” Elizabeth stated.

“What?” Graham asked.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure.

YET.

“Give me some time to figure that out. I’ll know when I know.”

Someone was feeling better.

Well, two someones.

Ceit’s crying had stopped, and Elizabeth’s pain had dissipated.

In the process of running away from life, she found herself again.

Now, she knew who she was.

She was a Connaught.

And a Granndach.

And a LaRue.

Oh, and A BLACKHAWK.

The Raven had returned to the nest, and finally, for the first time in her life, she found her roots. They weren’t in DC, Damascus, or in Salem.

They were here.

In the process of solving this, she solved a lot of issues in her own life. Finding Ceit’s truth made her see her own.

Life wasn’t easy.

But it was certainly worth every single bump in the road.

“Let’s take a trip,” Blackhawk said. “Let’s go meet your family and give Ceit some peace. It’s a long time coming.”

And it was.

Honestly, this was the best idea.

And she knew they all needed it.

Closure.

Healing.

And love.

Ravensmire had given her all three, and she was grateful.