It was late when I returned back to Derick's home. I had thought my run would have helped subside the anger I'd been feeling since I'd hit Charlotte, but it was still there raw and right beneath the surface.
"Good evening, Luna." Savannah greeted me by the door or the elevator, "Dinner is almost ready, the King is in your room."
"Thanks." I mumbled and walked past her.
I walked into the bedroom and kicked off my shoes, as Derick walked out of the walk-in closet. He was only wearing long pants, with his hair damp, and my heart fluttered at the sight of him.
"It's really late. Where have you been?" He asked. No greeting. Just straight to scolding me like I was a child. "You should have been back here before I was."
I growled angrily and he stopped walking towards me.
"I'm so sorry you
