Chapter 9 part 2
Larissa
I forced myself to pace the entrance to the room that had been my abode for the past five days, despite my legs wobbling and threatening to give out. The sun had settled for an amber yellow, and soft breeze rustled through the surrounding trees and my hair, and even through my clothes. Or lack thereof. I remembered the sunset I spent with Richard before my accursed marriage. It was a beautiful sunset orange with dewy weather, and I was wearing a deep blue dress he had gifted me.
But here I was with a simple, white satin dress hanging loosely on my form, and the sun's depressing glow adding fuel to fire. Like the fire in his eyes when he yelled at me. He was beyond angry, I could tell. But whatever did I do to him? My mate perhaps already hated me before properl
