Fiona’s POV The moment Micah enters the room, a bottle of the finest bourbon cradled in one arm and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers held in the other, my world seems to shift. He walks in with his usual confidence, something that is in stark contrast to the uncertainty that has plagued me in recent d

Fiona’s POV I can’t believe I made a fool of myself. My fingers shake as I walk away from Micah, trying to make a hasty retreat. Rowena’s name flashing across the caller ID is the wakeup call I need. What was I thinking? How could I let him get so close to me? A tsunami of self-blaming thoughts

Fiona’s POV As Micah's biting words hang in the air, a suffocating tension blankets the grand hall, the splendor of the Queen Mother's birthday banquet fading into a backdrop of suppressed hostility. Queen Alara’s composure, already fragile, teeters on the verge of shattering. "Watch your words, P

Fiona’s POV "I'm doing it as your ex-boyfriend." At his words, I struggle against him, futilely attempting to pull away from his firm grasp, but I might as well be a leaf in a hurricane. He's always been stronger than me, physically and emotionally. My mind spirals back to the last time he did th

Fiona’s POV Present I come back from the memory as if someone has yanked me out of it. Jeremy still stands near me, uncomfortably close. "--- the right one for you." He's saying something that I haven't heard. Before I can ask him to move back, an odd clicking sound comes from the far corner. I