As I walked downstairs, I found myself lost in thought, my mind swirling with everything that happened early in the day.
Surprisingly Eveline really wanted me to give her a tour of the place even though we spent most of the time not speaking. She had stayed behind to speak to some ladies we had bumped into and I went back to my room.
Lucien’s behavior toward his mate, Eveline, troubled me more than I wanted to admit. He had embraced her in the garden earlier, acting every bit the affectionate mate, yet only hours earlier, I had caught him with another woman on the beach, so brazen, so careless.
How could he do that? How could he cheat on his mate so easily? Even if she was his chosen mate he owed her his loyalty and respect.
Eveline had been so composed when she introduced herself to
