Tessa's POV
Evander never comes back to our room that night.
I stay up all night, restless and consumed by the possibilities of what might have happened.
Or–there's only one possibility, really.
I'm not stupid.
If Evander didn't come back to bed with me, that means he's sleeping with Mira.
I knew I was going to be replaced eventually. Evander made that clear from the start–I was always going to be something to trade away at the soonest opportunity.
I just never thought it would happen so quickly.
My Mark sits on my left collarbone, just above my heart. I remember the day Evander gave it to me like it was yesterday. My wedding day, my Marking Ceremony.
It all used to feel like bliss.
Not so much, anymore.
I can actively feel the agony of my separation from Evander, too.
