Chapter 25

Connor had brought me to a little room in the west wing on the other side of the manor from Conri. I curled under the bed, the only place I felt safe. I curled into a ball with my back pressed against the wall. It was secluded under the bed; no one could hurt me there. Or hurt me more than I was right now. I laid my head on the cold wood floor and stared into the darkness as Connor left, promising he would return. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as my chest tightened with sorrow. He just tossed me aside like it was the easiest thing he ever had to do. I was so stupid. So incredibly stupid and naïve to think that this would last. Whether we were mates or not, it didn’t matter. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. The bedroom door opened again, and Connor’s scent flooded the room. His face appeared on the side of the bed, but I continued to stare past him, slowly disconnecting from this world.

“What did I do wrong?” My question came out hoarsely, but Connor heard m