Oriana’s POV

Back to the daily grind.

Wake up. Eat breakfast. Work. Eat Dinner. Go to bed. Not freak out about Priscilla being a bruja. Hide my feedings. Try not to think about Robin.

Rinse. Repeat. Over and over.

No one had ever had as much of an effect on me as Robin did. I kept hoping that he would walk through the doors at work so I would see him again. At the same time, I just wanted to forget about him.

I cringed when I remembered how needy I was. How ...