~The truth~
~Harlow~
“Our mate doesn't want us.” Asteria whined as I wiped Rosie's portrait, tugging a part of my heart effortlessly. Our last encounter ended abruptly, ended with me taking the initiative for the first time only to be pushed away. Slowly, I began to doubt his words—wonder if he really wanted me, or he saw me as a mere slave. For the first time in a long while, I was actually confused. Maybe I misunderstood him, maybe he treated me differently because we were mates. Growing attached? Perhaps he never wanted it in the first place. Then, was I imagining the whole thing?
I'd finished my chores for the day, but I wondered if Devon was in his study. I could have used a glass of coffee as an excuse, but he stole my only chance of having a glimpse of his face. Another excuse
