The next morning, to my surprise, I found Zahori watching me sleep again.
“Not creepy at all...” I muttered.
Zahori smirked. “Did you know you snore like a walrus?”
My head snapped up, and I glared at her. “Not true, and you know it.” “Yeah, but it sure woke you up quickly.” She paused. “Now hurry and get dressed. Today is the big day.”
She turned around, then stopped.
“Oh. And Lucas left these for you.”
She pointed toward the nightstand beside my bed.
I turned to look, only to immediately wish I hadn’t.
A bouquet of purple tulips sat there.
My favorite color.
I grimaced.
They were beautiful, yes, but I couldn’t stop the guilt from rising in my chest.
Guilt for what?
This man had forced his way into my life. I should feel nothing but hatred toward him.
I should.
I really sho
