“Though I understood why you said and did what you did, you hurt me badly, Luther. I’m not talking about when you had me locked in a prison cell, changed in silver and tortured,”This time, Luther lowers his head in shame.I can’t stop myself from cupping his cheek. The stubble on his jaw tickles my fingertips; it’s coarse but yet soft to touch.“Luther, I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m just trying to explain how I feel. I wanted to reject you because I thought it would be easier for both of us if I did what you so obviously wouldn’t.”“I’m so sorry, Jenna,”I can hear the sincerity in Luther’s words, and it makes my heart sore with love. I bite my lower lip to hide the smile, trying to escape me.

I finish showering and quickly dry off. I pull on the boxer briefs I brought into the bathroom with me and then brush my teeth. I then enter the bedroom, still towel drying my hair.My mind is elsewhere while I spray deodorant and brush out my hair. I always leave my hair to air dry; blow-drying takes out the shine and makes it brittle.Yes, I’m vain when it comes to my hair.I look at myself in the dresser mirror. I look tired; my eyes are a little bloodshot. I haven’t slept much in weeks; I couldn’t sleep when Jenna was in a coma. All I wanted was to be near her, and I didn’t sleep; in case she woke up and was frightened.Of course, there were times I fell asleep with my head on her hand, but an hour here and there wasn’t enough for anyone.I was terrified that my mate

I can’t help smiling as I watch Luther looking around the room in confusion. The four-poster bed, filled with cushions, the dark wood dresser, and the thick shagpile rug in front of the open fire, mean nothing to my mate.To me, they represent comfort, and Goddess knows I’ve never had that.“To you, it’s just a bedroom,” I shrug, still looking around the room. It’s stunning, especially with the wall lights shining as they flicker from the candles within. The room is modern yet looks somewhat medieval at the same time.Luther cups my cheek, turning my head to face him. He’s smiling at me, and I smile back. “I’m sorry, Sunshine. I know this means a lot to you, and I should be more understanding of the fact you’re not used to staying in places like this.”It’s taki

The fresh air out here is fantastic. Zidiah is a city surrounded by forests, and the atmosphere is good. But Greenrock is away from the city, and everything is peaceful.Luther broke down in front of me earlier this evening. My heart ached so much to see him crying, though I was glad in a way. Luther needed to let out what was hurting him and to free himself of guilt and regret.I held my mate as he cried, and I pushed back my own tears because he needed me. Luther and I talked, and I believe that he’s finally let go of what haunts him.I even told Luther the truth of how long I’ve wished for him to be my mate. He chuckled when I told him that I used to watch him when I was a little girl.But it was the truth; Luther has always been the man I fantasised would be my mate. The Moon Goddess was looking down on me when she g

“Do you believe him?”I startle on the spot and spin to face Luther.“How long have you been out here?”Luther smirks while folding his arms across his chest.I swallow hard because he seems different.“Long enough. I was going to take a walk when I saw you out here with that guy. Then I heard him say that you’re his sister. Strange thing for one to say, especially in the middle of the night.”I clutch my stomach because I feel a little sick.“What have you done to Luther?”Because I know that I’m looking at Lorcan, I don’t feel the mate bond, and the way he’s holding himself tells me that my mate is no longer here.