~Karen~
I traced the edges of the tiny vail with my fingertip, my mind filled with frustration and simmering anger. The garden was quiet except for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, but it did nothing to soothe the fire burning in my chest.
Theo had refused me again. He was really ready to die instead of mating with me. He was ready to choose that woman over and over again over me.
I gripped the vail tighter, recovering myself enough to loosen my grip just before I broke the container and the contents spilled to the ground. It had taken me a lot of money and time before I was able to lay my hand on such a dangerous substance.
A small smile filtered across my lips as I gazed at the vial reverently. “If you won’t be mine because of her, perhaps you would reth
