Chapter 112
- The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the promise of an approaching storm. Warm breeze filled the air as Ria, cloaked in a simple woolen dress, made her way to the garden.
- She had promised to see Reagan earlier and she didn't want to keep him waiting.
- She had thought about the possible outcome of their meeting tonight and had already crafted a polite refusal for whatever proposal he might bring.