CHAPTER 43

MILA

Yes, she dared it and she said it. Thing she had been dying to say ever since she had first sense his presence.

“I love you, Arthur Collins,” Mila repeated as she stared in his golden eyes. His eyes… his beautiful eyes first contracted, then as the words sank in, they widened. She could see the pupil of his eyes dilate with desire, she had seen this happen every time a man was enchanted by her, but it was the first time she saw it in a man who was not enchanted. He licked his lips nervously.

What was he thinking? Mila wondered.

Arthur rubbed his face urgently, and then without as much as a word, he grabbed her neck with one hand, cupped her chin with another and pressed his lips firmly on hers.

It was as if he was saying he loved her too by her lips, well not in words, but through passion. Unsure of how to react, Mila sat rooted on the bed. Part of her was confused as to what to do, but another part, the more animalistic part which was dominated by Grace, wanted to pull him