Maren was saying something about the weather or the housekeepers—Jenna couldn’t really tell. Her eyes were fixed on the window, where clouds moved like slow tides across the sky. A lazy breeze tugged at the drapes, and sunlight dappled the marble floor, but none of it could lighten her mood.
She nodded absently at whatever Maren had just said.
“Lady Jenna?” Maren tilted her head. “Are you alright?”
Jenna blinked and offered a faint smile. “Just tired.”
That wasn’t entirely a lie. Tired was a polite way of saying she was splintering inside.
Alpha King Kaelion had avoided her since that night.
The moment they’d been on the verge of something real, something more than heated touches and misunderstood silence he’d pulled away. Violently. And the way he looked at her afterward… like she w
