The Price Of Returning

Cora's POV

I hated this.

I hated standing outside the massive double doors of Magnus Thorne's executive office. My palms slicked with cold sweat, sticking to my skin as I curled my hands into tight fists. My stomach tied into agonizing knots, churning with nausea every second I lingered in the hallway. The polished marble corridor of the Thorne tower felt like a beautiful, sterile tomb. I hated