Layla
He let it go and I’m torn between relief and sorrow. I knew he wouldn’t keep pushing. He has no feelings except a pending sense of rejection where I’m concerned. And maybe curiosity about having a mate. I refuse to think about that kiss.
I go run a hot bath and turn some music on. I am going to spend the rest of the day in full self pity mode. I already went to the kitchen and grabbed chocolate, wine and two pints of ice cream for later. Before I lose myself in tears, I call the pack hospital and make an appointment for Monday with Dr. Sara.
With that checked off the list, I climb in the steamy water and let myself dissolve into sobs. Persephone cries with me and we wallow in our mutual grief. Dylan links me a few times asking if I am ok. Twin bond……he can sense my extreme emotio
