"You would not say it if you had seen me how I lived there," Ember countered, "After my nanny died, I was worse than any wild creature you can ever find in the worst condition." She put her head back on his chest as tears rolled down her eyes. She remembered those days after she buried her dead nanny.
Draven felt something moist and warm on his skin and he knew his mate was crying. He didn't want to stop her from talking and wished to know how she lived alone.
"Was it too difficult?" he asked.
