SAVINA'S POV
Following my encounter with Heath’s mistress, my daily routine took an interesting turn.
In the early hours of dawn, right after listening to Misha chatter throughout my bath, Nadia would grace her way into my room with her first-aid kit, and what was meant to be a wound dressing session became hours of premium gossip.
She was good company, to say the least, and she shared flashes of her life before Heath saved her.
Some sad, others outright hilarious. And for someone who’d been starved of laughter since I arrived, I had a good dose of it anytime she came by.
Our evening walks weren’t any less exciting, and with hearts lost in our conversations, we’d make our way through the palace gates and beyond.
She held no regard for the glances sent our way, and her authoritative
