Viola.

The uncomfortable day started with Mathew rolling in the bed restless as if he was choked from a horrible nightmare, tossing and turning sweaty.

"No—stay away!" he'd mutter in sleep. Honestly, since last night, I wasn't comfortable at all to attend that ministry party later—dreading it deep. I didn't want to see Prince Azaro there at all; he gave off bad vibes. He looked like a total trouble maker, scheming eyes, and I was sure that would end badly somehow, drama brewing.

"Why ...