Fleur
“Fleur, there’s someone here to see you.” My mother’s head popped around my bedroom door. I didn’t need to look at her to know she had a half worried, half tired expression on her face. She had been wearing the same expression on her face for days.
A week in fact.
The thought made me scrunch my eyes up with pain. Had it really only been a week? It felt like longer. Each minute felt like a year. Each day felt like a lifetime.
I had rejected my mate. Not only by voice but by eradiating his mark from my body and I felt that loss like someone had chopped off my arm. The pain I had been feeling since, knowing that Noah was going though so much worse caused the tears t start up again.
It was all I seemed to do these days. Cry. and it was so much worse than when I had thought he was
