Tears pressed against my eyes.
“I thought so too.”
After that, I walked out.
Three days ago, a drunken night had taken me to Gareth’s room. One moment I was confessing my feelings, and the next we were sharing a burning kiss.
And at my weakest moment, I gave him everything. My love, my trust, and even my virginity. But I woke up alone in a cold bed, my body aching and my heart full of hope.
Gareth Greywind stood by the mirror, already dressed in his armor, calm and cold, like nothing had happened.
“Now that you’re awake, get dressed and leave. You shouldn’t be in my room.” His voice cut through the air like a blade.
That was it.
No warmth. No concern. Not even a simple “Are you okay?”
I pushed myself up, my heart breaking piece by piece.
“Gareth … I told you I love-”
“Love?” He turned slowly, his shoulders tense, his eyes empty.
“Last night was a mistake, Lady Freya Silverfang. A drunken mistake. Don’t start a drama.”
His cold words stabbed deeper than anything I had ever experienced. My legs were shaking as I stood. Walking toward him felt like stepping on sharp glass.
“Was it nothing to you?” I whispered, reaching out with trembling fingers.
He didn’t even look at me.