Her point

Her point of view.

We’re both in my room right now. He’ll be here for the night.

“Mia,” he calls, his gaze fixed on me. He looks into my eyes with longing, then unexpectedly scoops me onto his lap and wraps his arms around my lower body. His hold is firm but gentle, and I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine. My heart is racing, and my cheeks are flushed.

“I am deeply sorry,” he says. “I’ve never felt so alone in my life. I’m missing you. If you tell me I’ll be this crazy about you, I’ll believe you. I’m going to kill anyone who craves you. I desired you, your touch, and everything else. When you’re gone, I realize how I feel about you. Every day, I think about you. I can’t sleep, and I’ve been looking for you like crazy since you left. Without you, I feel empty and depressed. Will you forgive me, my love?” he inquired.

“Don’t think I’ll forgive you easily,” I sigh. “Don’t forget you didn’t treat me like your mate and queen when I was still in your kingdom,” I grumble. “I’m no