My footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors of the estate, each step heavier than the last. The weight of Andres’ words pressed down on me like a stone.
Kendra… his new favorite.
My heart twisted in ways I didn’t think it could anymore. For so long, I’d convinced myself that I didn’t care about Daemon’s preferences, that his affection—or whatever passed for it—was a burden I wanted no part of. Yet now, the thought of Kendra claiming that position felt like a dagger to the chest.
I couldn’t shake the bitterness bubbling inside me.
“Two weeks,” I whispered to myself as I reached the quiet sanctuary of the gardens.
It had only been two weeks since Kendra joined the harem, Andres had said. That meant the night I saw her in Daemon’s bed was her very first. And she had already becom
