Denera
I watched him storm out, disappearing from my sight. I was left speechless, wondering what I could have said to make him feel better.
He was right to have felt hurt. I understood that pain all too well. Nothing could compare to the anguish I had felt when my first mate rejected me.
While he was ranting, I had even prayed silently to the moon goddess, asking her to help him find a new mate, someone who could heal his broken heart.
"Shall we, Lady Denera?" Rachel's voice broke the silence, her tone shaky as if still affected by Tyris' presence.
Yet, as soon as she addressed me, her voice shifted, adopting a more formal, almost British-sounding accent, as if the moment of vulnerability had never occurred.
I nodded, steeling myself to continue with the day's schedule. "Yes, Rac
