AMAYA
My heart hasn’t stopped pounding since last night.
I barely slept.
Every time I close my eyes, I see Lucian’s face in the shadows of that hallway, amused, sharp, and unreadable. I can still hear his voice in that low and silky voice of his.
“Does Darian know where you’ve been going?”
I hate that it rattles me. I hate that I’m scared he’ll tell on me.
The morning light does nothing to settle my nerves. I move through my chores like a ghost, scrubbing, dusting, fetching, all on autopilot. The servants’ quarters are buzzing with talk again, though this time it’s not about me.
Someone misplaced the Alpha’s records, and someone else broke a crystal decanter. The gossip among the servants always sounds like broken glass to me. Normally, I’d ignore it, but today every laugh feels
