Pathetic? Maybe.
Especially knowing that Troy had probably moved on. Now that I wasn’t there f*****g with his head and his mating bond, he believed what I’d been telling him all along.
That he was better off without me.
Wasn’t that a b***h to live with?
After my shower, I toweled off, dressed, and wound my wet hair up into a pin. Morven had once made a comment about how he loved my hair down. I hadn’t worn it down for him since. When he asked, I told him that I didn’t want to ruin the pretty dresses with my wet hair, and I wasn’t the kind of woman to do a whole blow out. He offered to send someone up to help me get ready.
I hadn’t bothered to respond.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I pulled myself up short with a gasp.
There was a dining cart in my living room and a disgusting excus
