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Shoving away from the doorfra the satin sheets and the soft, suede duvet In her es of her and Davianlove Their liled

As her palaze fell to her hand She stopped stroking the duvet and re A wave of emotion washed over her as she placed it on the mantle of the fireplace Then she left the room

Curling up on the sofa in the living room with a throw that matched the ice-blue drapes in color and was ifts from the vampire Sheena—she rested her head on a pillow and her eyelids dipped The consternation she felt over angering Davian and the tension and fear she’d experienced ue fro the fire wraith

Though she tried hard to not obsess over defying Davian and atteiven her from her mind, she couldn’t hold it all at bay Tears seeped froh her

Davian must have been horrified when the wraith had taken that last swing at her And her disloyalty clearly cut deep

Despite her best efforts, for soed eulfed her and squeezed tight, constricting all around her so that she could barely breathe Harsh sobs wracked her body as she wept for all that she’d just lost

Davian’s love

Sheena’s friendship

Likely the respect froht she’d acted irrationally, foolishly

And what of the villagers? Michael and Lisette? Even Toran was angry with her relating to everything he’d learned of her relationship with the De

Could she ever smooth the waters with them?

Jade had no idea how long she cried It was excruciating A thorough gutting of her insides

Thankfully, exhaustion eventually consumed her She was too tired to think, too tired to analyze, too tired to separate all her feelings

She drifted into a tuhtmares of vicious demons and lost love

And a brutal ache built deep within her soul…