After a restless night, the morning rays bring out the warmth in Niya’s soul as she pushes the curtain away. Chase is still asleep on his chest, his hair tousled and eyes slightly fluttering with his own nightmares. She has a purpose today and that small voice of reason is enough for her to focus on and be productive. She takes shower and when she comes out drying her hair, a light tap on the door comes. She opens the door to find Crystella herself standing accompanied by another ...