LUCY
He is betrothed.
I didn't realize my hearing had been upgraded to such a cruel degree until I stood up, intending to find him and his friend. I had actually made up my mind that I was going to hear him out, that I was going to try, against every instinct of self-preservation, to trust him. But the universe decided to intervene at the door.
My mate is already promised to another. And he didn't tell me.
I had sat there pining for him, craving the heat of his hands on my skin, ready to let him take me despite the looming shadows of my destiny—and all along, he belonged to someone else.
The betrayal is a cold blade twisting in my gut.
I move silently now, a ghost in my own room, as I begin to pack. My heart thrums with pain, but I force my hands to stay steady. In a way, this is good news. It makes leaving easier.
