THIRTY-THREE

ARIA

I pushed my hair out of my face and sucked in a shaky breath, but it didn’t do anything to make me feel better. I’d cried through the night till there were no tears left, and the morning came with a terrible headache. Still, Slade didn’t return home, and sleep wouldn’t come.

Gwyn arrived earlier than usual to administer the drugs as prescribed by the pack doctor and make sure I ate. She moved around me like she was walking on eggshells, hardly saying a word, and she’d left as soon as she was done attending to me.

I don’t blame her, everyone had witnessed my episode yesterday, and those that didn’t, heard about it. I felt too miserable to try and have a conversation with her. I still feel the urge to crawl into a hole and sulk. I’d wanted to be far away from Slade, but being trapped in his house with his scent surrounding me and everything in his house reminding me of him wasn’t helping matters.

Marcel had come in at least five times to check on me before retiring to bed last nigh