Thor drove like a madman through the city streets, thoughts colliding inside his head. He was desperate to reach his mother, yet he couldn’t stop the image of Celina from invading his mind. His arms still remembered her touch, and her eyes… those eyes that seemed to strip his soul bare, even against his will.

When he reached the family mansion, he pulled the car into the garage and rushed inside. Raul was in the living room, visibly shaken.

“Where is she?” Thor asked, breathless.

“In her bedroom. The doctor’s with her. It seems it was only a spike in blood pressure, but…” Raul hesitated. “She asked for you.”

Thor didn’t answer. He ran upstairs and entered the room. His mother, though pale, smiled the moment she saw him.

“My son…”

He stepped closer, gently took her hand, and knelt beside the bed.

“You scared me, Mother.”

“It was just a scare, darling. The doctor said it was emotional. I need to rest more… and worry less.”

He drew in a deep breath, silently cursing himself. He knew the