~AMBROSE'S POV~
After spending time picking out new furniture and having it brought in from inside the city, it would be here by dinner.
Sitting alone in my room on the new velvet love seat I ordered. The events of today replayed in my mind.
The dress now making an appearance in the memory.
She looked unreal. Divine. Like something out of a Hollywood movie. She looked beautiful in that red dress.
I wonder what brought her to the room dressed like that?
Her power. The fact my mate was a fucking goddess.
Legitimately, though.
It made me think about what Onyx said about protecting her. About being connected to her. The dream she had and what Artemasia said about it.
History was repeating itself.
So, was what we saw bound to happen again?
But in the dream, she loved someone else. She cried and mourned someone else. Onyx wasn't her mate.
So, did that mean it would be different this time?
I had so many questions swirling around in my head.
