Chapter 84

Melody Reese

Two days after Gwen's death at the hands of Scarlett, I lay in bed on my back, my eyes staring at the gray and white ceiling. My insides were still tight, and my emotions were serrated, pricking me from inside out. I couldn't shake off the heaviness and the constant ache that gripped my heart. At that moment, the need to curl up into the strong arms of my mate was greater than the need to breathe. Problem was, I had pushed him away, shielded myself from him, and chose to be left alone in the guest bedroom.

After trying so hard to connect with me, he finally relented, and I hadn't seen him for hours. He would leave meals for me outside the door, linger there, then leave. His father had tried talking to me, but I locked myself up in the bathroom, raised my barrier, and blocked every attempt to mind link me. My father was an exception; he didn't come to check up on me, and I couldn't help but find that odd. My friend Mason and the rest received the same treatment.

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