XADEN'S POV
The moment I stepped into my bedroom, I felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
My bedroom looked the same.
The room was clean and didn't look like I had been away for almost two weeks.
The beautiful dark curtains, the wall paintings.
The bed, the mattress, the beautiful antiques on the dress —everything.
It was the same, and yet it felt different.
I couldn't shake this overbearing feeling of loneliness.
I took in an intense breath and took off my shirt.
I picked up one of the hangers and hung it.
The moment I stepped away from the dresses, I perceived her.
She hadn't been here for a while, and yet it felt like she had spent every day with me.
I looked at the bed and flashes of watching her sleep the night before I left the Royal pack came flashing to me.
The door was opened without invitation.
None other than Erik stepped into the room.
"Xaden," Erik said, marching up to where I stood. "What the hell happened?"
