43: Run

FEYRE

I am not taking Delilah’s relationship advice obviously, I’m not even in a relationship to begin with but she insisted, even offered to help in every way she can, when I got tired of her painting what she thought our relationship would be like, I sent her out of my room and made it a point to lock the door from inside.

I have officially run out of energy to deal with her today.

I breathe out, scratching the back of my hair absentmindedly.

I am standing in the middle of my room with my hands on my waist and no closer to figuring out what I want to do. Now that I have good reason to believe he is not hiding anyone I feel at ease.

It is just the mate bond making me feel relief when I shouldn’t even care.

I take my jotted notes and hide them in the back of my closet along with the map. Relief courses through me at that thought. I didn’t even know why I cared so much about what he does or how I didn’t want him to be bad. Being irritable and arrogant is way better than being a strai