Harriet's POV
Devon was yet to say anything to me.
He just stood in the centre of my room, his face blank and his breathing slightly ragged.
My heart was drumming in my chest the longer I stared at the blood on his clothes. I had assessed him to see that it wasn't his but the longer he stayed quiet without saying anything, I was going to loose it with worry.
I made a subtle move to him. His blank empty eyes turned to me and i almost crumbled with the heavy emotion sitting in them. I had never seen his eyes look so full and empty at the same time.
The green orbs that were once shining and glinting were dull and darkened, if I didn't know the color of his eyes before I would have said he had black iris.
"My Lord" I called gently. He didn't say anything simply staring at me. It was
