[ AYSEL ]
As the crown settles on my head and congratulations pour from every direction, my eyes search the hall for one person.
Pandora.
I glance toward the table where she stood earlier with Eros, expecting her to rush toward me with that loud, proud cheer of hers.
But she is not there.
My gaze moves further, scanning the crowd, and that is when I catch a sight of them.
Pandora and Eros slipping through the exit.
His arm is wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her steady as she staggers slightly on her feet, seemingly drunk.
I bet he’s taking her back to the packhouse.
A small wave of disappointment settles in my chest.
Dammit. I wanted her beside me for this moment.
But of course, I cannot stop her, and I cannot leave now. So I simply turn back to the celebration.
Winn
