Five hours.
"Damn," he whispered, a subtle edge sharpening his voice. Draven's mind shifted gears rapidly, like a finely tuned mechanism clicking into place, assessing possibilities, outcomes, and contingencies within mere moments. Aurelia was brilliant—extraordinarily so—but that brilliance came at a cost. Beneath that vivid exterior of fiery hair and regal elegance was a personality that could make even seasoned scholars throw their hands up in defeat. Reckless, rebellious, maddeningly stubborn—and worst of all, lazy to the point of self-sabotage. It was as if she purposely cultivated chaos around herself, inviting trouble simply to prove she could handle it.
