on the surface, prepared a small s

avorite

. A thick,

Too heavy, too rich. Ethan got it wrong ever

getfulness, a charming flaw. That he tr

't forgetting. Some

iv

nful of the stew. "Thank you, my dear. But I will get my p

, as Patriarch, can't conjure true hurricane

red my

ns, wasn't a full Storm Weaver. Yet, for Olivia's grand a

ing?" he asked, his voice so

ed the lid, Olivia's personal attendant, a smug young wo

a, she felt the... the atmospheric ba

AC

r shattered in

de him flinch. He shot

ivia faints and the Patriarch must be in

our sister. My sister, by marriage. And as Patriarch,

nderstanding, but they

k on her. I'll

este trailing him like a triumphant shadow. She

p pieces of the broken jar

pping onto the po

lips. Old wounds still

aged m

red back in, her exp

he Patriarch asked me to inform you. Miss Olivia is suffering f

Patriarch will be stay

giving her the satisf

door to deliver a parting shot, l

he can compete with Miss Olivia

d me. Who gave this

e silent approv

leep. I sat by the win

on to the Guardian Council for dissolu

, his manipulations, the

it over a c

ckened, curled, a

needed more. I needed understandi