Malakai's POV
It's been weeks and still nothing. No sign or trace of her. It has been hard. I couldn't bring myself to do anything. No training, no food. I just sat in my room doing nothing.
And as if that wasn't enough, Hilda was always in my face. I had sent her away multiple times but I don't think I was hard enough because if I did, Hilda wouldn't be standing in my doorway again.
She was clothed in a wine coloured silk dress. The dress barely clung to her body, like it was meant to fall off the moment it was touched. Her lips shone with something sweet, and her dark hair hung in curls falling down one shoulder.
She was trying too hard. I have refused her over and over again but she still kept coming.
"You're here again," I said, voice flat.
She leaned on the doorframe, pushing
