Melrose's POV:
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" Darcy's voice sliced through Soren's bedroom like a knife, the sharpness of her tone reverberating off the walls. I had to remind myself how grateful I was that this room was soundproof, or the entire palace would have been privy to her wrath.
I stared at her in disbelief, my heart racing as a million thoughts raced through my mind. She was the very last person I ever imagined I would run into today, especially here, in Soren's secret place. My palms started to sweat, and I thought she hadn’t seen me in the foyer—my breath caught in my throat as I tried to hide my nerves, wishing desperately to disappear. But deep down, I should have known better; with my abysmal luck, a moment like this was inevitable.
"Are you Soren's mate?" she demanded,
