Proserpina

He had left after delivering his ultimatum, and I sat, heartbroken, too numb to weep.

A slight knock on the door after Lucien had stridden out, made me turn warily.

I wiped my eyes hastily and tilted my chin proudly as Daniella Eton walked in. She was a tall woman, with a cap of short icy blonde hair that swung as she moved her head. Her small green eyes were keen and observant and I saw her take in my appearance in a swift glance, my swollen mouth, and ...