Sienna’s POV
Eight weeks passed, and Darius did not bother to check on Maya.
Not once.
No call. No visit. No message that did not hurt her more than silence would have. Nothing. Maya had become a permanent resident in our apartment, even though Kael had gone out of his way to furnish the apartment next to ours for her. I knew my mate felt inconvenienced, and honestly, I could not blame him. We were still new. Still soft. Still trying to find ourselves properly as lovers and mates, and Maya’s sadness lived on our couch like another person in the room.
But I could not kick her out.
She functioned well during the day. At the showroom, she was sharp, creative, focused, and useful. We worked on several projects together, met clients, made plans, handled designs, and for a few hours each da
