Raven's POV

I was still fuming when I stepped out of the hallway. If I didn’t find a place to scream, I felt like I was going to explode.

Why did Jaxon always have to act like I was made of glass? I was a warrior before I ever became anyone’s mate, but Jaxon didn’t want to hear that part. No. He just wanted me to wear dresses and smile and sit in corners as if I was some kind of trophy wife.

I didn’t even realize I was walking fast until I nearly ran face-first into Lady Rhea. My stomach dropped and I quickly ducked behind one of the...