I lay on my newly made nest, staring at the ceiling. It was quiet. Too quiet.
It shamed me how fast I started to miss Nero's scent swirling around the space, his presence a comforting blanket. Well, it wasn't at first. The questions he asked, the conversation we had... those things were difficult to accept. He made me confront the facts I had long since been avoiding. And the most infuriating of all? Nero was absolutely right.
I was ashamed. But how could I not be? After my fated mate rejected me, I felt like a failure.
I burrowed deeper beneath the mountain of blankets and pillows, wishing that Nero was with me instead of some inanimate object.
Nero made me feel... something. He did stay, didn't he? It almost made me believe he stayed for a reason other than to comfort me. A deep blus
