CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN 

MELISSA'S POV.

“Phew.” I said for the thousandth time that evening. 

Everytime I thought about Darius, and how I'd narrowly escaped him, was nerve-jangling. My fingers found my neck, caressing it. 

He would have squashed me. I'd come clean. Darius knew I knew about Hazel. There was no turning back. 

“My lady, is there anything you need?” Hannah asked me, taking my empty cup of wine from me. 

“Yeah, refill that.” I rubbed my head, trying to think. 

Although, I had to admit that it felt very nice seeing Darius that desperate. 

“That wench. How did she manage to make him like that? What exactly...