The Granada Trilogy

Within the stone walls of the Albaicin house, my grandfather’s ledger records our honor long before the square can demand our names. When public eyes turn toward the courtyard, Saad shields my heritage with an unyielding vow, his formal presence standing between my quiet work with dried herbs and the scrutiny gathering beyond the gate. But the true pact is sealed only when the heavy cedar door of the private wing shuts against the city, locking out every whisper until honor and desire claim their rightful place in absolute silence.