Draco.
Slowly, everyone in the room began to move away while Draco leaned against the closet door, arms crossed over his chest, watching Isolde and Lucinda bond.
He could hear Lucinda chiding her sister for her drastic action. Isolde looked guilty. She had her head lowered, her cheeks flushed. The mug in her hand made a creaky sound as she scraped her fingers over it.
“I am…sorry, Lucy.” He heard her apologize to her sister.
While the sisters discussed, Draco’s heart thudded. He couldn’t stop reminding himself that he nearly lost her. The only woman he had ever wanted after his mate.
She had nearly killed herself because of him. Why would she do that?
He looked back at her, his body humming. This female here meant more than just his means of getting back his throne. After what happ
