Alara
I waited, tapping my fingers against the kitchen counter, listening to the ticking of the clock that seemed to get louder with every passing minute. Kaelen had promised he would be home early tonight to make dinner, and I had been looking forward to it all day. After everything that happened, I needed this moment with him. I needed him to show me that I was important, that I wasn’t just second place to her.
The house was eerily quiet. I had dismissed all the staff hours ago, wanting everything to be perfect when Kaelen came home. The soft glow from the candles I had set on the dining table cast long shadows on the walls, and the scent of freshly cut flowers filled the room. It should have been romantic, should have been the kind of night that helped us start fresh.
But as the hour
