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Treat the people that serve you well and they’ll do so for the love of you, not the obligation.
Because I had been rejected. As queen-in-waiting; as Draven’s fiancée.
“Not a mistress…” I barely whispered the words out. My head pounded now, as if the pain hadn’t dared make itself known before this point, and it stabbed at me in retaliation with a vengeance. I sucked in a breath, and even that made a sob form in my chest, as I could still smell the fucking stink of shit in my nose. “I’m not anything.”
That should’ve been a pitiable statement, but it wasn’t. Being nothing, there was a freedom to that and as I opened my eyes to stare at the tiles, my mind raced.
