Midnight Adventure
Vyan lay quietly, arms wrapped snugly around Iyana, watching the soft rise and fall of her breath, like a scene ripped straight from one of those tragic romance novels he would secretly never admit to enjoying. She had fallen asleep in his arms after crying, only to wake up a couple of hours later, tearfully recounting everything she remembered.
His heart cracked a little more at each sob. It was already bad enough that he had told her he hated her, not recognizing that it was Sienna who had taken Iyana's form to deceive Vyan. So many things were screwed up because of Sienna.
I swear if I ever get my hands on that woman—
Okay, realistically, if he ever did get his hands on her, he would probably trip over his own feet, coughing up blood. Dark magic and witches? Yeah, not exactly his forte. He had the fighting power of a soggy baguette when it came to dark magic.
Speaking of witches, Iyana mentioned a witch who helped erase her memories.