#Chapter 129 – Bittersweet Remedy

Lila One minute I was standing in Damon’s receiving chamber, Ella’s perfume strangling my senses. The next, I was in the western hall, my pulse a dull thud in my ears. She’d been there. Not just in the palace, but with Damon. Alone. Smiling like she belonged, or was invited. The memory of her voice slid over me again like oil. You’re not very strong. I should have walked out. I should’ve said something. But all I’d done was stand there, swallowing my anger and feeling like I was back at the Pack house. Feeling like I was fourteen again. I didn’t even remember what I’d come to Damon to say, I was too off balance. My stomach twisted. I turned into the nearest side hall and pressed a hand to the cool stone wall, willing the heat in my face to fade. I wasn’t angry, not exactly. I was… hollow. Like something had caved in beneath my ribs and I hadn’t noticed until now. Why hadn’t he told me she was here? Why was she even allowed in the palace at all? And was Asher rig