NYRA’S POV

I scurried past the guards, keeping myself hidden as it was dark, but each corridor had been lit in the pack house. Blending through between the maids, I hastened my steps toward my room, my heart thudding each time, worried that I’d been found out. I did give clear instructions to Derek, but he was always a blabbermouth. In fact, I should have gutted him when I’d gotten the chance.

The only thing I was indeed counting on was none other than his ego not being bruised. He ...