I didn't look back at him, clenching my teeth as the enforcers dragged me to the plum grove.
The wind howled, each step tearing at the wound in my chest, blood seeping out, leaving a trail of crimson drops behind me.
My hands shook as I struggled to pick the red plums from the branches.
Only when the basket was full was I allowed to return.
The moment I stepped into my room, my strength gave out. Darkness swallowed me, and I collapsed.
In a haze, I thought someone brought medicine, but I couldn't tell if it was real or a dream.
The next day was Diana's naming day feast.
The den was decked out in opulence, music and dance filling the air.
Despite my injuries, I had to stand behind Alpha Edgar, silent, watching as he served Diana food, whispered and laughed with her, and presented he
