LUCY
He is betrothed.
I didn't realize my hearing had been upgraded to such a cruel degree until I stood up, intending to find him and his friend. I had actually made up my mind—against every instinct of self-preservation—that I was going to hear Tavric out. That I was going to try to trust him.
But the universe decided to intervene at the door.
My mate is already promised to another. And he didn't tell me.
I had sat there wanting him, craving the heat of his hands on my skin, ready to let him in despite every looming shadow of my destiny—and all along, he belonged to someone else.
The betrayal is a cold blade twisting in my gut.
I move silently now, a ghost in my own room, hands steady as I begin to pack. My heart is a bruised, throbbing thing, but I refuse to let it show in my fingers. In a way, this is good news. It makes leaving easier.
