Chapter 114. Deserve

PEONY CRIMSON'S POV

I straightened up and sat staring at him with a kind of bitterness filling the roof of my mouth, surprised to be shoved so unkindly.

"That he is worthy of forgiveness." I said, no louder than the swish of the night breeze, but as serious as a heart attack.

Xavier also sat up, squaring his shoulders. He blinked, then chuckled. His hand tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"My Queen, your jokes are hilarious," he replied, about to lead me back to bed.

I shook my head. "No, I mean it," I emphasized, "The deep regret and despair mixed with anger reflected so brightly in his eyes when he talked to me."

A sheen of pain smeared across Xavier's golden eyes, and he squinted. His hands dropped to the mattress and his glare hardened, slashing the air between us with disdain.

It felt like a very long time had passed between us at that precise moment. At that moment, he appeared so far away and inaccessible, even though we were sitting across from one other on the same b