Amber POV
I'm still pissed off at Darius the next day, but I'm starting to second-guess myself as well. Would it have been so bad to give myself to him? After all, we have been dating for a long time now. We've agreed to be chosen mates and I trust him. So what was the problem? The fear of being seen as even more undesirable and as damaged goods however is still prevalent in my mind, making me feel sick to my stomach. But that was my fear to get over and I need to do it. Darius wouldn't wait forever, I was sure of it.
I spent the whole day in a bit of a daze, doing housework with Maria, the housekeeper. I cleaned bathrooms, washed and dried sheets, made beds, you named it. All in an effort to keep busy. Darius didn't even try to call me, which put me in a bit of a bad temper. Which just
