PAID

The final line from Noa's play, *A Love That Shakes the Heavens*, was etched into Rosvisser's memory. At the time, she’d thought it was just a line Leon had come up with for the play’s dramatic end—a line meant to fit the moment, to be forgotten after the curtains fell.

Yet here he was, bringing it up himself.

Could it be that… that line had been more than just an act? Had that “mangy man” snuck a piece of his true feelings into the script?@@novelbin@@

Rosvisser’s lips curled into a teasing smile as she folded her arms, feigning indifference.

“What line? I don’t remember,” she said with a playful glint in her eye.

Leon blinked. “You’re only two hundred years old and already forgetful?”

“Ugh!”

When Leon failed to catch on to her meaning, Rosvisser grew a little anxious. “I mean, there were so many lines—how could I possibly remember every single one?”

“But that last one? There’s no way you could forget it.”

“Well, I did. So what?”