Theodora watched her husband pacing back and forth, his hands behind his back, and a deep scowl settled on his face. And at that moment she realised how old he looked.
The death of his mate had finally taken a toll on him, and she could see it. She wondered how strong he still was as a werewolf and how long he could be there to provide her protection, status and power.
That thought also brought up Douglas Morgan in her mind. She was constantly avoiding him after knowing his true colours. Theodora's breath quivered, and her gaze fell to her feet.
Why can't any man love her the way Gerald did? Theodora wished she had known the truth back then. She wished Zerith had dared to go against her father and told her the truth. Maybe then... only then she wouldn't have been feeling this empty within.
Augustus's ears perked up, catching on her quivering breath. His grey eyes darted at her, frowning even further.
"What happened, Theodora? Are you okay?"
