CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Pain.
Every breath I took, every second of my living was excruciating, killing me on the inside slowly. Fragments of my soul were being shredded without mercy and all I craved was not to feel. From dusk till dawn, all I did was sit in my chambers, reminiscing over my cursed fate. I could not withstand being near anyone and especially Theo. Seeing him would only be a reminder me of that painful night, the night that kept replaying in my mind like a record on repeat.
“Elizabeth,” I shifted my gaze to Theo, standing on the doorway of my chambers, hand resting on his belt.
“I do not appreciate any visitors now Theo. I think I made that clear,” I whispered, in a cracked voice, turning my attention to the beautiful orange rays of sunset. The glamorous view was no
