Chapter 77

Danica’s POV

I couldn’t bring myself to go back to that dining hall, face Alexander and pretend like nothing happened in the restroom, so I went back to my room without so much as a second thought.

And I hated to admit it, but I wasn’t nearly over my insecurities and somehow, they’d kicked in really hard after hearing about a betrothal I knew nothing about.

A very rational part of me wanted to think that the betrothal; if it were ever true, could be just an act of pure business. Pack to pack alliances of the sort. But another part of me, the one that had my brain and heart in wraps could only feel hurt.

Not anger, not a need to flare or a need for accusations. Just pure, unfiltered hurt that I couldn’t control.

So I shut myself out. Slept through the night without getting anything decent for dinner. The planned dinner turned out to be a disaster anyway. So when Jasmine knocked on my door, sometime around 10pm? I told her to leave because I wasn’t