Auren POV
The glass in my hand had grown warm as I sat alone at the kitchen island, nursing a glass of scotch. I refused to go back to the bedroom until I was sure Lorien had fallen asleep. My thoughts were too tangled, too dangerous, to risk a real conversation with her right now.
I was drawn to her in ways I shouldn’t be. I didn’t want her at least, that’s what I told myself but the thought of her thinking about another man gnawed at me with a jealousy I couldn’t explain. Meanwhile, I was the hypocrite, still haunted by Sylira. I couldn’t stop thinking about how furious or heartbroken she must be, looking down on me from the afterlife and seeing me with another woman.
She would want me to find happiness, I was sure of that but not like this.
What existed between Lorien and me wasn’t
