Fiona’s POV Over the next few days, I can hardly sleep. The image of Micah's retreating figure haunts my dreams. Every time I try to raise my hand to stop him, he vanishes in smoke, and I wake up in a cold sweat. I'm exhausted, and I can't fathom why I have this constant urge to reach out to him.
Tears well up in my eyes as it dawns on me that when Micah reached out to me earlier, asking me to accompany him to the banquet, he was already aware of all this. He must have been in immense pain to come to me at that moment, and what had I done? I had asked him to leave. After that, I had been so
Fiona’s POV I stand still against Micah, my heart thundering in my chest. I can hear the guard open the door and any moment now, I fear we will be discovered. Micah’s proximity is making it difficult for me to stay still. With every breath my breasts brush against his chest and I feel an unwanted t
I want to say something. Tell him this is wrong but my lips refuse to move in protest. He explores the column of my neck, planting a series of feather-light kisses that set my nerves on fire. Each touch sends a shiver racing down my spine, and I can't help but clutch his shirt as desire builds withi
Micah’s POV The moment her lips touch mine, I come undone. I can’t help the growl that escapes my throat as I match her kiss with a frenzied one of my own. My hand lifts up to tangle in her hair, fisting the dark tresses in my palm. The urge to possess her, make her mine, makes my blood burn and
I flash her one wicked look, as I slide it open. She lowers her eyes, slack jawed as she calculates the drop, instinctively getting closer to me. A chuckle reverberates through my chest. It’s the first laugh I have had all day. Without thinking too deeply about that, I gather her in my arms and jump
Fiona’s POV Inside the banquet hall, there is chaos everywhere. Queen Alara paces at the entrance, fuming. Her cheeks are red with humiliation. A couple of her guards can be seen stopping the media people from taking pictures of her. Her advisors are inside appeasing the guests- there are many imp
I control the urge to exhale and lean into him. “Oh really?” He says, suspicion making his voice venomous. “What exactly did the guard say?” At his words, some of the smugness leaves the Queen’s face, when she speaks her expression is sour once again. “Well, he told me he saw a woman in black wit