Bridget had never been someone easily tempted by worldly wealth or material comfort. After all, the Rainveil Sect had never lacked money or resources.

What it lacked was noise, color, and the raw intensity of life among ordinary people. That sense of danger, beauty, and thrill in the mortal world was exactly what Reginald had given her.

She had been like a nun stepping into the city, led by Reginald through a dazzling, reckless world. His martial prowess, broad horizons, and carefree charm had