Chapter 8

EVE.

The ceremony was finally over.

Thank God.

I could finally breathe, at least a little. Air that wasn't tainted with Saint's scrutinising eyes crawling over my skin or his voice popping out of nowhere in my head like a curse I couldn't escape.

I didn't bother unpacking. What was the point? I wasn't staying. I just dug through my suitcase and picked out something simple and clean for the inevitable family dinner. A basic top and jeans. Nothing too fancy. I also picked out a simple nightwear to use for the night.

Mum's laughter filtered into my room as they made their way out to the dining area. She sounded light and peaceful, like this was everything she wanted.

My new stepfather showed me to my room the moment we returned.

I also found out that Saint had his own apartment not too far from here. It should have been encouraging. But it still wasn't enough. I didn't want to be anywhere near his territory.

A knock came at the door, followed by a cheerful, "Come on out, honey! Dinner's