FAZER LOGINCassian Blackwell’s POVThe figures on the final payment sheet blurred together after I'd looked at them for the better part of an hour. I rubbed a hand over my jaw and went back to the beginning, checking the amounts against the invoices spread across my desk. The wedding was close enough now that
The dress from the Fourth of July party made me pause, bringing back the memory of our shopping trip and how enjoyable it was.After folding it and placing it on the bed, my hand went into the smaller compartment of the bag. My fingers closed around a familiar packet, and I pulled it out.Pads.I ha
Soraya Miller’s POVI stepped into my room and closed the door behind me. It looked exactly the way I'd left it: the bed was made, and my clothes were still folded where I'd left them. Nothing had changed, yet it felt strange to think that I'd spent an entire week somewhere else. Once I had put t
Soraya Miller’s POVI adjusted my grip on my bag and walked down the familiar corridor toward my room. The attendants’ floor was relatively more empty than the lower floor, though I could still hear the occasional movement from behind the doors. Someone laughed somewhere farther down the hall in th
Soraya Miller’s POVI stood at the end of the driveway, watching Lucien's car disappear down the road.A small ache remained in my chest as I stared until the last glimpse of dark metallic blue vanished around the bend, even though I already knew he wasn't coming back. Then I took a breath and star
I went upstairs and pulled my small travel bag from the wardrobe, then stood in front of it for a moment, staring at the clothes I'd accumulated during my stay. I only picked out a couple of nightwear sets, a few tops, those cargo pants from before, and the other things I'd worn enough to know I wan







