Roisin
The knock persisted, gentle but unrelenting, like it had no intention of leaving me in peace. I didn’t want to answer it. Not after everything. But I had no choice.
Dragging myself from the bed, I wiped the remnants of dried tears from my cheeks and tried to slow my breathing. My heart was still raw, a wounded thing fluttering too fast in its cage. As I padded over to the door, I braced myself for the worst—Visaris again, maybe colder this time. Maybe angrier.
But when I opened the door, it wasn’t the imposing Lycan King standing there.
It was Meimei.
She stood in the hallway barefoot, her oversized pajama sleeves covering her small hands, eyes puffy and glistening with unshed tears. Before I could even say a word, she threw her tiny arms around my leg and clung to me like a l
