LIORA’S POV
Darren carried me through corridors I didn’t recognize, past tapestries and portraits that blurred together in my tear-filled vision. Finally, he stopped before an ornate door and pushed it open with his shoulder.
The room beyond was beautiful, it was spacious and filled with afternoon light streaming through tall windows. A four-poster bed draped in cream silk dominated the space, and I could see doorways leading to what looked like a private bathing chamber and a sitting room.
Darren set me down carefully on the bed, his hands lingering at my waist to make sure I was steady before he released me.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, crouching down to examine my knees where I’d fallen. “Did you…”
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, drawing back from his touch. “Thank you.”
He looked up at
