POV: Adriana
Since the Conclave meeting four nights ago, Darius had been acting strange.
To anyone else, it would have seemed like normal atitude — his usual distant, cold self. But I had seen the difference. I felt it. Before I woke up, he was already gone. He didn’t wait for breakfast anymore. And when he came home, it was always long after midnight.
That is if he came home at all.
I didn’t know what was wrong.
On the second morning, I’d forced myself to wake up at five thirty, determined to see him before he left for work. But when I rolled over, the other side of the bed was cold like he hadn't slept there. He was gone.
That night, I told myself I’d wait for him no matter how late. I’d sat on the couch in my nightgown, lights dim, hoping to hear his footsteps — but I’d fallen asl
