Revna left the embassy and made her way down the street towards Sloan Square. There she crossed the park to the merchant district, where the city’s hotels were located. Their house would be ready in about a week, after Seamus and Ragna’s. Revna had insisted. They had been living in the penthouse long enough. It was a wonderful place, but she thought some normalcy would help Ragna. She was different, but Revna wasn’t sure what had caused it. She didn’t press though, as Ragna was steadfast in refusing to discuss it. The story was Ragna’s own.

Revna entered the Seven Palms and scanned her bracelet to the private lifts and then stepped into their own penthouse. “Mike! Remember you love me!”

Revna, Lady McKenzie