Dimitri’s POV

A knock on my office door made me look up from the papers in front of me.

The scent told me it was my mother. When did she come back?

“Come in,” I said, looking back down at the papers.

The door opened and my mother walked inside.

“When did you come back?” I asked her, not looking up.

“An hour ago,” she said as she sat down on the chair in front of my desk. “I couldn't wait to get out of there.”

I looked up at ...