Fall through time...
Trip to the English countryside. Check.
Eccentric manor with mysterious artifact. Check.
Faerie costume at a May Day party. Check.
Getting struck by lightning and waking up in 1192. Definitely not on the itinerary.
Archaeologist Elodie Hart talks too much, trips over her own feet, and just fell eight hundred years into the past—landing at the boots of a scarred knight who hasn't spoken a word in three years.
Sir Gareth de Clare is grumpy, gorgeous, and stubbornly silent. He communicates through glares, gestures, and the occasional grunt. Elodie is determined to crack his stony exterior—mostly because she can't seem to stop babbling around him.
She never shuts up. He never speaks.
But when she teaches him to talk with his hands, everything changes. And when enemies threaten the castle she's come to call home, his silence finally breaks—on a single word that steals her breath.
"Mine."