Chapter 207 – Cora Comforts Roger

3rd Person

Cora wasn’t sure what she was doing.

Her sister needed her, so why was she walking away from Ella’s suite? Why wasn’t she offering to help make arrangements for a funeral, or trying to help Henry convince the stubborn Luna to accept her loss and focus on caring for herself and the baby? Why was she determinedly walking the same path she had only nights before, when she’d been vulnerable and reckless enough to seek out Roger?

Because you’ve lost your damn mind. She thought bitterly. Worrying about a man who doesn’t deserve your time or attention – someone who betrayed his own family and endangered Ella’s life. So what if he’s gorgeous and clever, so what if he understands you even better than you understand yourself… and makes your stomach go all soft and squishy everytime he looks at you with those fierce wolf eyes… he’s still a scoundrel. He can’t be trusted.

But despite Cora’s confused inner musings, she was worried. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Roger since the news broke about Sinclair’s death – and that was three days ago. Ella may not have realized it, but after she collapsed the doctor sedated her for a full 72 hours, and Cora knew that was part of why this was such a struggle. Ella was waking up as if his death had just happened, but the rest of them had been battling through the last few days without her. They’d exhausted every possibility, every hope, and eventually accepted what Ella could not.

When she reached Roger’s rooms, Cora knocked softly, unsure if he was even there. However her question was soon answered, when a bitter growl sounded from somewhere inside. “Go away!”

“Roger, it’s me.” Cora called, fighting back a quiver of fear. “I just wanted to check on you.”

go away.” He barked again, and Cora

state, and though his harsh words and angry tone sent nervous tremors through her body, she couldn’t help herself. She turned the door handle and warily opened the door. The scene which met her was more concerning than anything

less opulent – at least it had been. Now it lay in ruins – every piece of furniture had been broken or toppled, every decorative vase and framed portrait smashed and

dark hair was tousled and a thick layer of stubble swathed his cheeks. In his balled fist he held

in this condition. “I’m sorry.” She stammered, trying and failing to look at anything but the mess or his contoured muscles. “But, from the looks of it, you’re

well!” Roger bit, taking a swig from the bottle and stalking forward. He trod over the debris as if he didn’t even realize it was there, and Cora winced as glass and splinters dug into the

is behave like prey, and here she was flooded with adrenaline and contemplating

if my grief is messier than yours.” Roger

you even care? I thought you were never

wasn’t planning on it,” She admitted, “but given what happened I… I just

no choice but to back away, her shoulder blades colliding with the door. “I finally got what I wanted right? Dominic out of the

course not!” Cora countered sharply. “I knew you would be sad, I just wasn’t prepared for you to be quite so…” She trailed off,

“Why not? Don’t you think I’m some sort

know what you’re doing Roger and you can’t bully me into leaving so that you can carry on wallowing this

head to her neck and drinking in her scent. Cora’s stomach flipped, and she could smell the whisky on his breath. “I can taste your fear, little human. That’s how strong it is. So why aren’t you running

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