BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle considered lifting her hand and knocking on Lord Darius's bedroom door as she stood before it.

She raised her hands, then lowered them again. “Fuck!” She muttered under her breath.

Was she doing the right thing? For the hundredth time since she’d stood here, she asked herself, but the jealousy and guilt gnawing at her soul wouldn't let her turn around and go down the corridor, back to her room.

Brielle had been overwhelmed with an unfathomable form of envy ...