Page 66 of A Broken Promise

“Nope. Nothing at all.”

“Oh, come on,” I contended.

“Fine. If I could do anything and dream of anything, I would wantto travel through time,” Priya snarked.

“Who is delusional now?” I raised my brows and cackled.

“At least time travel sounds a lot more reasonable than your ‘being a wimpy mom and housewife in some gods forgotten village’ dream.”

I opened my mouth to object, but Priya continued.

“And then I could take you to the future you and then you’d see just how depressing your dream is, cottage and all. And when the little soul eating suckers scream all day, your so called ‘loving husband’ beats and cheats on you and you are left running the dump all day with no way out. Then you’d be back to me, begging for my time traveling abilities to take you back.”

I rolled my eyes, annoyedly.

Priya took another sip of her water. “Yeah, now that I think about it, that is my new dream.”

“At least my dreams are happy,” I quietly shot back. Priya snarled.

“You forget, Freckles, that I AM happy.”

“Are you though? Or do you just keep telling yourself that?”

“I think you have no idea what you are talking about,” Priya growled back.

“Maybe, but—”

A soft knock on the door interrupted our heated discussion and a small head popped in. Ratika.

“Miss?” Her voice was always so soft and gentle. My spiked-up anger eased just at the sound of it.

“What do you need?” Priya irritatingly asked, her eyes still on me.

“There is a gentleman here asking for you two.” Ratika’s eyes stopped on me.

“Tell him to go away,” Priya barked.

“I told him you weren’t home, but he said that he will just have to stay here until you were.”

There was only one man cocky enough to do that.

“Florian,” Priya and I said in unison. My heart skipped a beat. Whatever notes of defiance and anger I had before were now completely replaced with a tiny bit of excitement.

I bit my lip and smiled.

Florian.

“I am going to murder him,” Priya yelled with rage, racing past Ratika.

“Sorry,” I mumbled to Ratika stumbling past her up the stairs to keep up with Priya.

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“Better hope you said your prayers, Florian, because you are about to meet your gods.” Priya’s loud voice echoed through the hall to the tall figure facing the large tapestry on the wall.

“Priya. The most welcoming hostess. How fortunate that you made it back home to see me.” Florian’s smile widened as he turned to face us. He wore a similar white shirt, slightly unbuttoned, and crisp black pants. His long, auburn hair was unbound and tucked behind one of his ears.

I smiled back as he winked at me.

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