Seventy three

CHAPTER

ARABELLA POV

I stood in front of the room, hesitant if I should do this or not. It was a rash decision, a moment where I was driven by my emotions and my need to force him into a situation. A situation that he was all too glad to enter, anyway.

I sighed. “Well, let’s see what he has to offer.”

I dug my hand into my bag and fished out the room key, which I put into its keyhole and pried open the door. When I stepped in, I noticed that it was as dark as I’d left it, all the lights out. I reached out and switched it on, cascading the room in a dreamy yellow glow. I smiled to myself, then turned to the bed and nearly screamed.

“Goddess!” I said, my hand going to my chest.

“I have asked you to stop scaring me like that!”

“You asked me to come here,” Rhys answered simply, sitting like a ghost on my bed.

I clicked my tongue, watching him. He’d known when I came in, but he allowed me to fully discover him by himself when he could have just announced his presence like any normal pers