Serena shut the door behind her, leaning against it as if it could hold her together. Her chest felt heavy, each breath shallow and dry.
Naya stirred on the bed at the sound of quiet whimpers. She sat up quickly, eyes wide with concern, she rushed towards the human.
“What’s wrong, Serena?”
“I... I told the king I was beginning to like him,” Serena confessed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Naya froze for a moment, memories of Thayne flashing through her mind. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had felt the same pain.
“Why would you do that?” Naya asked softly. “I thought you said you didn’t like him—that it was just mutual care.”
“I lied, okay?” Serena’s voice cracked. “I knew he still loved his dead mate, and that’s why I pretended not to care for a while now. I suddenly thought… M
