Meredith.
How dare he say he would stop pampering me?
He is moments away from consuming me with his controlling arrogance and wounded pride and he says it's pampering?
I stormed into my quarters, fists clenched, my heart still pounding from the argument.
I hated him. I hated Draven.
The way he pulled me back like I was nothing. Like he had the right to touch me in anger. My wrist still throbbed from the weight of his fingers.
But all of that rage dissolved the moment I opened the door to find Azul, Kira, Deidra, Arya, and Cora standing in the sitting room.
Their eyes flew to me.
"My lady!" Azul cried first and rushed forward.
"Where have you been?" Kira asked, her voice trembling.
"We've been searching for you everywhere," Deidra added. Her eyes were red, rimmed with unshed tears.
I froze, blinking, trying to process the situation.
Azul held my arm gently as Kira stood beside me, eyes wide. Arya and Cora hovered near the corner, their faces pale with fear.
