<< Natalya >>

"You're saying nonsense," I hear Hermes mutter under his breath as he revs his bike and zooms inside, leaving me standing with my luggage by the gate.

Figures. I expected nothing less from Hermes Grande. Cold, stubborn, infuriating. Always so impossibly difficult.

But it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. Because in the end, I will have what I came for. I will marry Hermes Grande. That is the only thing that counts.

Father was right — leaving Ireland was the only way to ...