"Rosie!" Rayna exclaimed, wrapping me in her arms, the second we entered the King's office, where the 'private' meeting will be.
Dressed in her black blouse and trousers, hair pulled back in a sleek bun, she looked nothing like someone who had only just finished healing from a large wound mere days ago.
I froze for a heartbeat, stunned, before I softened with relief, returning her embrace.
"I'm glad you're okay, Rayna," I said once she let me go. "Listen, I'm sorry—"
"Don't be," she said, her red eyes softening as she took my hand, her sympathy cutting deeper than any scorn could have. I didn't deserve this. Truly.
"I'm just glad you're safe," she added. "And I understand why you left. Besides..." she glanced at Angelo, and he gazed back at her with a tenderness that made my chest ache. "I have my husband. And that's all that matters."
I felt Ravić's presence behind me, steady and solid, as soon as the door clicked shut.
