"," he whispered against her forehead. "The sea has a way of bringing back what it takes. I will be back before the third winter’s first snow." The Years of Silence
When the third winter arrived, the first snow fell early, dusting the red-tiled roofs of Piran in white. Marko was not there. The Return Ne skrbi Draga
He had been shipwrecked and held in a remote port for years, working his way back across continents just to find the pier where he had left his heart. In that moment, the five years of silence vanished. The lighthouse pendant around Elena's neck finally caught the light of the moon, proving that some promises are stronger than the sea itself. "," he whispered against her forehead
"," Marko said, a weak smile breaking through his exhaustion. "I told you I’d be back." Marko was not there