Sundays on campus were nothing but a desert of calm. Most students were licking their wounds from a night of excess, buried in their dorms under the weight of a hangover. I, however, knew no rest.
I had spent the night and morning locked in my massive mansion. The mountain of university reports and legal documents on my desk remained untouched for hours, the edges of the paper curling under the heat of my lamps, as I stared at the wood without seeing a single word.
Every time I tried to concentrate, the image of Maren turning her back on me projected itself onto every sheet
"Destiny sent me a man who prefers everything over me."
I gripped the edge of the mahogany table, my claws leaving deep, jagged furrows in the expensive wood. I wasn't protecting my career; I was a man watching hi
