Onyx
I stared down at the wood grain on my desk. I felt like I was losing my mind. So much had happened over the past 24 hours and I was struggling to make sense of it all.
I couldn’t even make sense of my own behavior, if I was being honest.
I needed to eat something and get some sleep, that would be enough to clear the fog from my mind. At least, I hoped that it would be enough. I couldn’t blame all of my recent decision making on exhaustion. The mate pull was also a factor.
Ferrah… that witch was making me weak. If not for the sigils and anti-magic wards in the packhouse, I would be convinced she was using her powers on me.
I apologized to her. I actually said the words, “I’m sorry.”
I never apologized to anyone, ever. Even when I knew that I should.
I knew better than to show that kind of weakness and fallibility. My father taught me better than that. I was better than that.