Good News

Two Months Later.

Raul watched the sky from the mini porch, outside his room, counting clouds. He forgot the number he had counted after a while, then started all over—anything to keep his mind from the absence of his mate.

It’s been two months since after his meeting with the ancients, with Jacob, and although the group had been of immense help to him since then, they still hadn’t found Olivera, not even a clue to her location. The only thing they were sure of was that it had been done with magic, probably a portal magic.

Jacob hadn’t given up however, Vee too, and that was why Raul was still maintaining a cool facade, was still waking up each day and bathing and eating, as if nothing had happened, because these two were doing the same.

The amount of loss couldn’t be compared when put on a weighing scale, but at least they had enough weight to keep him from falling into the hole of insanity. That and the intricacies involving Jeremy’s return to his father's throne.

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