NINETEEN

It was already day break before my eyes started to slowly drift close. I couldn’t sleep for many reasons. For one, the bed was too comfortable, the room too cozy, which is more luxury than I’d have ever imagined in my life and it didn’t help that Prince Draven’s scent on the mattress had my wolf feeling giddy. How could I sleep when a scent so powerful surrounded me, suffocating me? it felt like I was committing a crime laying in his bed, I felt like an intruder. Lady Abigail had been right. I didn’t deserve it.

And Prince Draven didn’t make it easier either. Legend has it that he didn’t sleep at night because of his demons, and they’d been right about that part. He went about the apartment, opening and slamming doors loudly, thrashing things here and there, cursing occasionally, and what not?

I pretended to be asleep for the most part, but he must have known that I was awake. Sometimes, I felt his eyes on me, watching me, making me self-conscious. I brooded on his words for a lon