The plane touched down at last.
Silas Hayes, my senior from back in college, was there waiting to pick me up.
Seven years had passed since we had last seen each other, and he still looked exactly like the calm, polished, warm gentleman I remembered.
I waved my hand, and his gaze locked onto me in an instant.
"Jasmine, after all these years apart, you are just as beautiful as ever," he said.
I pressed my lips together and smiled. "You always did have a way with words, Mr. Hayes," I replied.
Silas stepped in and grabbed my luggage right out of my hand.
"Where's your boyfriend?" he asked. "How did he let you come all the way to Iveria alone?"
I gave a small smile. "We broke up," I said.
Shock flickered across his face.
I was not surprised by his reaction, though.
After all, back th
