Nia POV
By the time dinner is over, I am on the verge of a mental breakdown. Since the incident in the library, Declan has been perfectly polite but withdrawn. Having a conversation with him was like pulling teeth, so I gave up.
After our stroll in the garden, I excused myself and kept on reading. I have no idea what Declan did the rest of the day. Alpha Daniel did his best during dinner to keep the conversation flowing, but Declan did not budge.
“Nia,” Alpha Daniel says as he pulls his dessert closer. “About today, I …”
“It’s okay,” I say quickly, eager not to discuss the incident. Declan is already in a sour mood, and I do not want to add fuel to the fire. “It’s over and dealt with.”
“What I meant to say,” he continues. “Is that it’s true. I’m pardoning you. You’re no longer a priso
