Chapter 492: Special - : Dahlia and Zoran
Dahlia lay still, her mind swirling with confusion and frustration. She had waited for so long, hoping that once Zoran was healed, their marriage would finally feel complete. But his distance, the coldness he projected, even though he was physically better, only deepened her sense of isolation. It was as if he still hadn’t fully accepted her as his wife after losing his memories of her, and that realization made her chest tighten.
"I’m his wife, damn it," she muttered under her breath, the words barely audible in the dimly lit room. Her fingers curled into the soft fabric of the blanket, the frustration building within her.
Lord Fritz and Lord Abel had both assured her that Zoran had gained control over his vampiric urges.
They’d promised her that the man she had married was no longer ruled by the bloodlust that once consumed him. So why, then, did he keep avoiding her? Why wasn’t he taking their marriage to its next step? The question gnawed at her, and tonight, she decided, she would have answers.
She turned over in bed, pretending to sleep, her eyes closed but her senses heightened.
She’d taken a potion to keep herself awake, knowing full well that Zoran’s habits were not ones she could easily predict. It was almost as if he were trying to keep his distance, though she could always sense his presence in the room. She knew he was close, even if he refused to show it.
She stayed motionless, listening to the quiet sounds of the night. The crackling of a distant fire, the soft rustle of the curtains as the wind passed through the window, and the faint creak of the floorboards, all reminders that Zoran was already there.
Inside the dimly lit bedroom, Dahlia lay still on the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the sheets.
She had been pretending to sleep, waiting for Zoran to finally come to her, to acknowledge her presence after days of silence and distance. She could feel him, though. She could feel his presence in the room like a shadow moving in the corners of her mind.