Serena played with the last piece of her pie, moving it around on her plate with her spoon. She glanced at the door Darius had closed behind him, her lips pressing into a thin line.
Clicking her tongue, she placed the plate on the stone steps and walked over to the rose bushes, hugging herself.
These bushes seemed to taunt her wherever she went after coming to Ironshade. They were somewhere between the borders, in Oakspire, and now here at Blackthorn Keep.
She could almost hear them mocking her, spitting in her face.
How cruel was it? She couldn't bring herself to hold his hands or look into his hazel eyes for a bit longer.
Serena wasn't afraid of him, not in the true sense of things. She barely knew Darius; all of this seemed like formalities.
It wasn't like this with Cullen. That had been much different.
She had her eyes on someone else before she and Cullen discovered they were fated mates.
