Surfing always made her feel better. The crash of the surf surrounding her and the shouts of other surfers calling out to each other as waves rose and fell around them, was the sweetest music to her ears. Salt water coated her lips as she pushed her arms through the water before rising to her feet to ride the last wave, they had all agreed for the day. It was of course the third last wave of the day, none of them ready to deal with the things they needed to deal with.
While she was dealing with the impact Miklos’ intentions to seduce her into staying with him, Magda was dreading the dinner with Ares Winter. He had been intent to convince her she should be with him. They had arrived at their beach house to find he’d had his personal assistant waiting on her with a handwritten letter for he
