¬ Fashire
No.
She had said no.
And he had let it go?!
I darted down the hallway, shoving past the nobles and servants in my wake. My body trembled with a fury I could barely contain.
I ached all over, my throat burned, every pulse of blood through my veins felt like fire licking at my insides, and the hunger—that damned hunger—was a hell to live with no matter how much ounce of self control I had.
I replayed that idiot's words in my mind for the dozenth time.
'"What would you have me do? I do not intend to wait and become a recipient of whatever new thing she is capable of. Forgive me if I chose not to press the matter."'
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
I stopped to reel myself in, finding a secluded corner to press my palms flat against the wall. The cold stone seeped into my burning skin.
Today was shaping out to be a monumental disaster, just like the day before.
