FIFTY-EIGHT

I was back to Draven’s suite by morning and a little disappointed to find that he wasn’t available. I’d been gone for almost four days but Smythe had been the one to pick me up from the temple and bring me back to the house. We stopped at a restaurant to get food on our way home. Draven didn’t bother to turn up.

I had to talk myself out of my sour mood while I took my bath in the shower and reminisced on all that went down with the oracle and my time with the moon goddess, especially what she’d said about Zayden not being mine. Maybe that was part of my punishment for not allowing her in. It’s been about a week since he died, but I still didn’t feel bad about him or that he died. Matter of fact, a part of me wished he’d gone sooner even though guilt wouldn’t make me admit it. I have felt lighter since he died and after my encounter the last few days, I must admit I’ve not felt as good as I feel right now in all my life. It feels like half the burden has been lifted off my shoulders. T