Lily stood standing there, unsure of what next to say to him that would convince him to be with her.
She had been, of course, humiliated that he chose a slave over her and not just any slave.
But the daughter of the man who had murdered them all.
Murdered her mother and sibling, the one who had separated her from her fated mate.
She hated her.
She was a treacherous traitor, and it shocked her when she saw Xaden take her side openly.
Since she had returned, he had hardly had the time to entertain her.
She had been with her maids in waiting, and she had been still perfecting her skills as his wife and mate-to-be.
But throughout all the time she had been here, it had been chaos after another.
The complete slap to the face was when he had made a dangerous journey of no return to find a cure for her.
Lily had had to be her respected womanly self.