ROWEN

Two weeks had passed.

Two painfully long weeks where I kept myself buried in work and planning, trying to keep every thought of her out of my head—and failing miserably. Elora was like a thorn I didn’t want to remove. She'd wormed her way into the walls of my mind, and no matter how many late nights I spent pacing across my office or drowning myself in reports and restructuring plans, she remained there.

But she was finally coming back. I had made sure of it.

She had earned her place—more than anyone else in this corrupt empire my family built. She saw through the lies. She had taken...