Xavier’s pov
She wasn’t getting out of her room. She wasn’t letting anybody in, either. It had been a week now since she’d arrived, and I hadn't seen her since I left her room after that dinner. I knew she was alive just because the mate bond between us was rather stable. I mean, I felt it every time she cried herself to sleep (almost every night), or whenever she puked (every morning), or when her emotions were so strong, she literally screamed down our bond.
It had been so f*****g hard; I didn’t know how I survived and stayed somewhat functional during the three-day-long work trip I had to take. I had landed some successful deals, but I would have lied if I said that my mind was entirely on work. I’d almost just been a living statue during all those meetings; it was actually Georg
