Violet’s POV

I waited.

All night.

Like a damned fool.

The empty bed beside me mocked my every breath. I had fluffed the pillow a dozen times, sprayed that stupid cologne he liked, even slipped into that silk nightgown, the one he once said made me look like “fire and sin.”

But he didn’t come home nor did he pick up my calls. I had wanted to inform him of our pub. Maybe that would change his mind and he would forget about his fated mate.

At some point, I had slept off and when I woke up, ...