Scarlett

The cold stone walls of the “other wing” seemed to press in on me, suffocating me with their silence.

The maids had left quickly, their heads bowed in shame or fear, I couldn’t tell which.

My body trembled, but it wasn’t the chill of the room that sent shivers down my spine.

It was him. My mate. The man I once thought I could trust. The man I foolishly believed might stand by me.

I hugged my arms to myself, replaying his words. “Don’t forgive me.” His voice had ...