Page 77 of The Princess and the Demon

Amon

Almost a week passed since we’d come back from Allocer’s. I had insisted on Elora moving into my room, mostly so that I would have some peace knowing she was safe.

My room was warded against lesser.

No one would be able to pass without me knowing about it.

I stayed in another chamber not far. Night after night I fought the urge to stalk down the corridor and claim my mate.

I paced, a lot, and day after day I noticed Elora becoming more and more withdrawn. I chose not to push her away further by forcing her into my arms, and instead resulted in leaving soft kisses on the backs of her hands when we saw each other.

Even that simple action was becoming less common, and it pained me to see my mate in so much distress.

I wished I knew the reason so I could make it better.

I was tired of this, and it was making my mood foul.

After a brief conversation with Allocer this morning, I had every intention of confronting Elora and demand that she speak to me.

Yell at me, anything.

I stalk down the corridor and towards my chamber, pausing at the door before flinging it open.

My fists clench involuntarily when I realize she’s not there.

I set my jaw as I move to the washroom, flinging back the tapestry to find it empty. She’s not here either.

Turning on my heel, I spy the bed.

She’s pulled up her furs, and her pillow is fluffed.

She never made her bed.

Walking over to it, I pick up her pillow, burying my face in it and inhaling deeply. Her scent was faint, and I let out a growl as I toss it to the bed.

I turn, opening the chest next to the bed. It’s empty.

Slamming it closed, I stalk to the wardrobe on the other side of the room, flinging the doors open to slam against wall loudly.

It’s empty too.

I slam the doors closed, shoving a hand through my hair.

Stalking over to the fireplace, I plop into my chair heavily. Anger courses through me, and I snap right back up, stomping to the door of my chamber.

I fling it open, hollering into the corridor.

“Elora!”

I bellow her name, as I make my way towards her chamber. I open the door, and it slams against the stone wall, the sound reverberating through the corridor.

Pausing to look for her, I walk to her wardrobe, pulling things out and filling my arms with her clothes.

I stomp back out, bellowing her name again.

“Elora!”

I re-enter my chamber, tossing her clothes on my bed before walking back out and down the corridor towards the library.

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