It was early evening and Ember was home by herself drinking a cup of chamomile tea to calm her heart that hadn’t stopped pounding since yesterday.
Donovan Reign had come to Bucharest, she was sure of it.
Adrian had been trying fruitlessly to convince her that it might just be a coincidence, but Ember knew that he didn’t believe his own words. It was clear that Adrian didn’t want her running off hunting Donovan down.
Ember had promised Adrian she would stay inside for the time being, but all she was doing was biding her time as she gathered her thoughts. What her thoughts were telling her was how much of a fool she’d been over the last couple of weeks.
She had let herself grow complacent in her recent dalliance with Adrian, even after everything that had happened between her and Don
