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CHAPTER 27
Emily’s POV. As soon as he left, servants scurried into the room and cleaned up the mess of the broken bottle—they took away the wine glasses, table, and chairs, and I was left alone again. My legs buckled and I dropped to the floor with a soft thud, my gown forming a loop around me. At last, the tears found their way, pouring like soap from my eyes and soaking my clothes; the more I wiped them, the more they came in torrents. A howl filled the air. Sniffling, I gazed up at the night sky, recognizing who it was. There was so much sadness laced in that cry, that broke my heart. Another howl broke into the air and I jerked to my feet. I scurried to the window and gazed at the courtyard below, hoping to get a glimpse of his lycanthrope, but all I was met with was foreboding darkness. He w
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