What was that? What was he even doing in my room? His room was in the west wing, far from here. We might be tousling the sheets at night this past month, but I didn't think that was enough to turn him into a romantic.
I glanced at the slice of cake, the strawberries glistening under the morning light. I picked it up and tossed it in the trash. He hadn’t gotten it for me. I knew that. Only one person in this house would ask for a strawberry shortcake this early in the morning.
Vera.
And that just left me wondering what he was really here for.
That afternoon, I went to town for an errand. The marketplace was bustling, vendors calling out their wares, and shoppers chatting away, but I barely noticed. My mind was a storm. All I could think about was getting away from Stormfang and Darius. I needed a concrete plan that could get me out of this place for good.
As I turned the corner toward the bakery, lost in my thoughts, I heard someone mention my name. I froze, quickly slipping into the shadows, and hiding behind a stall. A group of she-wolves were talking about me.