It had been almost two weeks since Riana last saw Wesley.
Days had passed since his furious intrusion, since the sparks of her magic had thrown him across her porch and left her shaking and alone.
In those missing days, she had done everything in her power to avoid him especially the memories that still haunted her like ghosts whispering in her ear.
She poured her entire soul into her work. The pain of losing her daughter’s affection and Wesley’s betrayal had become the fire that fueled her crusade. Her mornings began before sunrise in her office at the senate building, reviewing documents, rewriting proposals, and calling meetings. By nightfall, she barely made it home before midnight.
Thanks to Raphael, he made sure she was eating well and reminded her to care for her healt
