Namara's POV:

“Fuck! Today was stressful.” That was the first thought that repeated itself in my head as I stood in front of the mirror, slowly running the towel through my damp hair before switching on the hair dryer.

The warm air hummed loudly, filling the room as I tilted my head slightly, eyes half-lidded, exhaustion clinging to me. My shoulders ached, my mind felt cluttered, and all I wanted, no, all I needed was just one quiet night without arguments, and schemes.

Sighing, I ...