Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight.

Jaslyn

I hissed for the sixth time in a row as I flipped through the pages of the book I wasn't really reading. The words seemed to blur into each other, and my head was starting to ache. I crossed my legs together and leaned against the fluffy chair with another sigh.

I was all alone in the large room I shared with Zeeland, and thankfully for me he wasn't around. He was prolly in the garden, North wing with Alyse. I tried to ignore the sharp pang of pain that shot around my heart with no success. After that time in his study, I'd caught Alyse giving me mocking and hateful stares. Surprisingly, I was affected by it even though I considered myself as thick skinned.

For the past few days, I acted the real part of a fake-mate. Maybe the arrival of Alyse prompted Zeeland to put me in my place. And did I mind?

Yes.

Even though I wanted to deny it.

The fact that Zeeland was a cripple didn't matter to me. He was well…good.

“Uhhh, I'm going to go crazy