was done waiting here for something to happen. I’d been hanging on for Darcy, but she’d made her choice and it wasn’t me. It hurt. Hurt so fucking bad I could hardly breathe, but there it was. I wasn’t about to throw myself a pity party over the fact, despite how tempting the idea of that was. So now I was going to be selfish too. The winter solstice was almost upon us, and I was done waiting to fulfil the promise I’d made.