I sat by the cold marbled floor of the bathroom, my back resting against the cool tub as my fingers ran through the bubbles. Xerxes had left the moment his eyes started twitching and breath hastening.

I knew it would end up like this.

Xerxes storms off the room the moment I talk about the broken relationship we had.

It was one of the reasons why my loathe for him was only ascending. If your moon blessed finds your words to be irrelevant, your emotions trivial, and our mate bond undesirable, would you wish to live? Perhaps he could, but I would not be able to handle it. Somehow it...