Riana stood frozen long after her father left the room abruptly. His words echoed, sharp and heavy as iron chains. She was left with not much of an option.
Her silence, unfortunately, had already sealed the deal. Amos had smirked at her stillness, mistaking it for compliance. “Three months, Riana. Disobey my command, you lose everything. Your mother’s inheritance, that stupid spellbook, and you’ll never see that spoilt daughter of yours.”
Her heart was a war zone where one side roaring for freedom, the other whispering warnings in her mother’s voice. The book was precious to her mother, and it was priceless.
‘Just three months’ she told herself. Three months of surviving with the man she could barely look at without wanting to set him on fire.
She slumped on the desk behind h
