Lyvana was on her way to Aurora. A stack of business papers sat on the leather seat next to her.
Two weeks had passed since her grand wedding at St. Clair Palace. She was now the wife of the most powerful man in the city, but she had absolutely no plans to just sit at home doing nothing.
As the driver turned the corner toward her office building, a strange, sudden flutter hit her stomach. She pressed a hand lightly against her belly, wondering if she was just nervous about the big meetings scheduled for today.
The car pulled up to the curb and came to a smooth stop. Marco quickly got out, stepping around to open the passenger door for her.
Lyvana smiled, stepping out of the vehicle and smoothing down her dress.
The moment Lyvana stepped out of her car, a figure burst from the shadows, rushing straight toward her.
