BELLO.
Damn it. I was late again.
But it was worth it. It was worth missing a better part of the meeting, and if I could have stayed back, I’d have missed the meeting entirely.
Because Sasha was worth it. She was worth everything.
My feet moved quickly, echoing down the corridor as I adjusted the sleeves of my white kaftan. It was crisp and clean, ironed to perfection, but I still hated how it clung to my skin, too tight around the chest. Or maybe that was just the tension waiting for me on the other side of that carved wooden door.
I hated meeting days. I hated the subtle show of dislike the court members showed Turk. I hated the fake smiles and shows of respect, even if most of them did it simply because my mother was the luna.
“You look like you had a good night,” Elliot murmured
