Pasiphae Dyner.
My tears earned me a room in the Vega estate and honestly, I regret nothing. If playing weak gets me what I want, so be it. But does it mean I’m a thousand times more afraid of Elijah? Yes. Very well, I am. And yet, despite all that fear, he’s still the one I want in my bones.
It’s been barely a day since I moved in and I was sure I’d catch even the barest glimpse of him. Maybe a passing shadow. A glance. Something. But no…not last night, and not this morning either. I even woke up at six, for God’s sake, and nothing. No Elijah. Where is he?
I’m not stupid to break his commandments. I know I can’t speak to him but surely, we can pass each other so he can see me that I’m beautiful. The curve of my waist, the gloss of my hair and everything else that makes other men com
