Ruby had spent days trying to bridge the icy chasm that had opened between herself and Nikolas. She'd used soft words, gentle touches, the fragile memories of their shared success… all to no avail.
The man who had once looked at her as if she held all the light in her palms now regarded her coldly.
As expected.
It was, of course, because she no longer dispensed her foreknowledge for him to use. But why would she pour her precious insights into his cup if he wouldn't even deign to beg for a sip?
She'd humiliated herself enough, trying to placate his coldness. She was done with cold men.
So, she turned her gaze elsewhere. She called a colleague from the Temple and asked for news, subtly steering the conversation toward the one man whose heat, however dangerous, had never felt like winter.
"What? He's… he's looking for the former Saintess?" Ruby couldn't believe it. She widened her eyes to the communication crystal, her knuckles whitening around it.
