Diana's POV
I still couldn't believe that Nathaniel had died. I mean he was healthy when I last saw him. But... I was somewhat glad that he did. I hated him. That lecherous look in his eyes. I hated the vibes he gave. Just everything about him was worthy of my hate.
I walked into my room and saw Rafael sitting on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of him. He didn't notice my presence. Nor did I want him to especially what happened in the morning. The dark look in his eyes still sent a shudder down my back...
I quietly walked to the bed and laid down. I knew he was sick but no one treats anyone like he had done to me. And that made me lose humanity towards him.
He cleared his throat. I ignored him. Unless he was literally going to address. I
