In the morning, Nevaeh didn’t join her family for breakfast in the dining room. Honestly, she felt a little nauseous and opted for a hot cup of peppermint tea and fresh air out on the garden terrace. Obviously, there had just been too many late night demon chases, close-calls, ugly-crying, in the past two weeks that have finally caught up to her and started banging kinks in her health. Even though going to London today meant seeing Aron, the thought of heading into another business meeting in two hours turned her stomach again. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the minty fragrance of her tea as she did so, Nevaeh tried to concentrate on something else other than stress.
At first, the focus of finding a semblance of comfort was watching a bumble bee gliding from one primrose to anothe
