Anya's pov
I wasn't surprised when Eros slammed the door in my face before I even got my words out but that didn't deter me as I stood by the door, curving my knuckles and rapting softly against the wood.
"Your majesty." I tried to soften and sweeten my voice, increasing the knocks, "I just want to see how you are doing."
He didn't reply and after standing there for a while, I decided to leave.
I knew it would take some time for him to soften up to me, I just needed to be sweeter with him, dot on him, and show him that I am what he truly wants.
Besides, when he gets the news of his mate's disappearance and death, he will surely need a shoulder to cry on and I, Anya, would be here to console him while warming my way into his heart.
I would mend his broken heart and soothe his soul, h
