The next morning with a pounding headache I reach Luke Salvatore's office. The bags under my eyes are clearly visible, making me look dull and worn out. I am worn out indeed. A strong sense of weariness has sucked my energy.

Rafe's words kept replaying in my head the whole night, didn't let me sleep. The astonishing part is that I'm unable to be furious at him, instead I'm distraught and shocked that he has developed this high resentment for me.

I'm unable to accept his hatred. My heart values him and that's why his words hurt me. I can't swallow the hatred he carries with himself all the time...