Cormac
The anger I felt earlier has not left me, confronting her didn’t go how I had wanted it to. Una. My Una.
All I had wanted was for her to tell me she was sorry, that it was a mistake and she wanted me, us. That she was grateful I was willing to let everyone think I was taking a withered old crone as my mate to protect her secret. I wanted to see love in her eyes and all I saw was fear and now I’m angry at me for messing it up.
Resting my tired head on the wall between our rooms I feel for her and my eyes snap open. She is not in that room! Anger turns to rage once more and I tear out of my room shoving past the guards and throw her door open.
Faced with an empty room, curtains blowing in the breeze of the wide open widows I run over and look down.
There is no body at the bo
