That night in the throne room remained ingrained in Rivenna's memories, even though he had barely stopped by her room for a few days.
Because she had been avoiding him.
She had barely had the strength to do anything but avoid Vaughn and his lycans,
and she could tell the maids were walking on edge around her.
And right at night, she could barely sleep, as every time she closed her eyes the scent of Vaughn still lingered on her skin,
and the anxious feeling of self-doubt that she was doing the right thing.
“I need fresh air,” she muttered, heading towards the balcony, watching over the beautiful back garden of the lycan castle. A lump formed in her chest, almost homesick.
But when she recalled it, it wasn’t just her brother back home, but he surrounded himself with the likes of Bria
