When night comes and Theo still did not return, I feel the hole in my heart enlarge. It is so pronounced that I feel like my whole body is being devoured by it. Yet, there is no physical pain. It’s all in my mind.
Meeghan also did not bother me. She might have thought that I need to rest after sex with the King.
All are nothing but lies.
I crouch on the bed. I want to cry, but the tears have long dried up, and even the swelling on my face has long been gone. Damn these werewolf abilities.
When the door opens, I sit up to see Theo striding toward me. Finally, he’s here. Even if there is a tired look on his face. My heart takes another plunge. Is visiting me has become an exhausting activity for him? Is he bored with me already?
He takes a chair and sits in front of me. There is a grave look on his face. His hands are clasped together and his shoulders are drooping. Rather than a King, he looks like a picture of utter defeat.