It’s been days since I have been in the Obsidian Throne without setting my eyes on my mates.
After the incident with the maids—my personal maids—I had been asked to move to another room far from my mates. And every time I ask Lola and Aspen about them, they just go quiet, as if they were trying to protect me from information that I suppose will hurt me.
But did that help?
"Nope, it didn't," I remembered. The first day in the Obsidian castle: the love, the care, the way they looked at me. I knew from the start it was just for the moment; I was so stupid to believe that they were actually going to treat me well.
I needed them more, especially now that I’m expressing so many changes I had no idea why, but no—I was all alone, locked in a room that looks lavish but felt really lonely. The o
