Chapter Twenty-Nine
Stepping out of Ian’s black Cherokee jeep, Elizabeth looked up at the tall wooden doors of the Chosen’s house. Her new Range Rover wouldn’t arrive till tomorrow, so Ian had become her chauffeur in the meantime.
She’d taken the last four days to clear the work that had stacked up over the week she was gone, and made arrangements for her work to be taken over before applying to clear the rest of her leave.
Surprisingly, life seemed to fall right back into place.
Meetings were held. Expenses and budgets reviewed. Proposals came to her desk; some were accepted while others were rejected.
Adniel hadn’t appeared, and no one had tried to attack her. Or perhaps she and Ian had been staying at her house so much that no one had had a chance to attack them.
But even Ian hadn
