Ophelia watched as Killorn got dressed. She sported a thin white gown that he had slipped onto her before she fell into a deep slumber last night. He didn't even glance back at her as he clasped his belt and tightened his tunic. She felt her throat grow tense and her head bent. They had just woken up.
Killorn kissed her goodbye on the cheeks and she curled into a ball when he left. His moves were always calculated and precise. His schedule was set days in advance. He was Alpha Mavez before he was Duke Mavez and then, her husband.
Ophelia was given everything she could possibly think of. He gave her food, shelter, and money to spend. Was it just crazy thinking?
Ophelia sunk into the bed, her hand sliding over her stomach. She felt empty. In this enormous bed where the mattress swallowed her. She stared with a gaunt expression at the curtains where the birds fluttered outside. Then, she buried her face into the pillows and didn't want to think of anything.
