The rest of that day dragged by like someone had slowed down time itself.

I sat on the bed, staring at the door, waiting for Tristan to come. Waiting for him to yell at me, punish me, do something. Anything would be better than this silence.

But he never came.

Dinner arrived on a tray brought by yet another maid who wouldn't look at me and I pushed it away without eating. My stomach was in knots anyway. How could I eat when everything felt so wrong?

"You should eat something," Puddles said ...