Aria’s/Lysara's POV

He said nothing up the drive to his palace. For some personal reasons he didn't take a helicopter. Instead, we were plowing down the wilderness of snow in a Jeep Wrangler.

The Palace loomed ahead, sitting up on a massive hill on the snow. My palms were clammy and wet as I rubbed them together on my lap. I would be returning to Nahlia, Vyxen, and Sarya’s endless hate and to the treachery of a harem.

But yet, one of them was Anna’s killer and the bastard that broke ...