Abby
“Ahh… My feet are so sore,” Daisy whines as we enter our private chambers. She wanders over to one of the large, plush couches and flops down with a satisfied sigh.
“Your feet hurt, but your heart is soaring, isn’t it?” Anton teases. “What a successful party, eh?”
I almost laugh out loud at that comment. Little do my friends know that while they were having a wonderful time in their element back in the kitchen, I was on an emotional roller coaster, caught between a prince and my ex-husband.
The sight of the study torn to shreds still haunts me; even now, hours later. My wolf still won’t believe that Karl did all of that, and I don’t want to believe it either.
But it’s not easy to deny it, either. Karl has never had a violent streak, but he has had an unpredictabili
