I look at him in disbelief. I know it is taking everything from him to say those words to me knowing they will condemn his own sister to death. I know the meaning behind his words as he holds Amelia. I know he means well. Still, I shove his hand away and turn back around. “Amelia needs at least on
Fiona’s POV “I don’t think he is going to make it.” I hear someone say sadly. Micah! The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air as my eyes burst open. The room is vast, a panorama of white walls and pristine equipment, and I'm cocooned in crisp, clean sheets. My body aches, each movement se
I give him a light swat on the arm, and he winces exaggeratedly. Panic courses through me, and I immediately fuss over him. "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" He breaks into a beautiful laugh, a sound that fills the room with warmth. "You didn't hurt me, Fiona. I was just playing. Actually, these ba
Fiona’s POV I feel the heat radiating between us, the intensity of his touch making every nerve in my body come alive. As Micah's fingers linger on the clasp of my bra, a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. The promise in his voice sends a thrill through me, and without a second thought, I b
____________________ The room is bathed in a quiet afterglow as we lie entwined, our bodies pressed close. Micah's arms cradle me protectively, and his fingers trail gently through my hair. A sense of vulnerability washes over me, I feel completely raw and exposed. Body and soul. I'm on the edge
Micah’s POV I stand at the edge of the bed, my heart pounding, watching Fiona's body convulse. It's a painful yet fascinating sight. Her bones contort, and I clench my fists to my sides, fighting the urge to reach out and ease her pain. This is something she must endure alone, her transition, her v
Third POV The Great Hall holds its breath as Micah strides forward, his presence radiating an aura of undeniable authority. Jeremy quickly uprights himself and puffs his chest out with the arrogance of impending power. "Micah,” He says cunningly, “you have returned just in time for the enthronemen
"Ah Micah, always the rebellious one," Alara sneers, her gaze locking onto her step-son. "Your constant defiance towards your father was no secret. You've always challenged his authority." Micah narrows his eyes at her. "What does that have to do with my father's murder, Alara? And why were you an