Jeremy’s POV For a minute, he doesn’t know what to say. What is meek, little Fiona doing with his vicious brother? He eyes the hand on her back with narrowed eyes and glares at her. She keeps her head down, making her hair cover her face and doesn't meet his eyes. “Jeremy,” Micah nods tightly at
However, the antagonizing looks from everyone are getting too much for me. I need air. Quickly excusing myself, I step out of the tense room and go to the hallway, blindly looking for the restroom. I have only taken a few steps into one of the corridors when I am suddenly pushed against the wall b
Fiona’s POV When I return to the meeting room with Micah, I find that a delicate looking woman has joined us. She is sitting next to Jeremy and he has an arm draped around her shoulders. The king watches them with approval, even as his eyes narrow with scorn when he sees Micah and I enter. “If onl
Leah blushes softly at me and my heart immediately feels heavier. I am not built for schemes. I don’t want to hurt her in any way. I know I am bluffing. I won’t really go through with telling her about my relationship with Jeremy. I am just hoping Jeremy thinks I will so he stops from ruining my mar
Slowly, he bends down until his lips are on the shell of my ear and when he speaks, my entire body shivers. “However, make no mistake. No matter the result of that stupid vote today, nothing and nobody would have stopped me from making you my wife.” This time, I do gasp at the sheer possessiveness
Fiona’s POV Micah brings me to a room that is located up a long flight of stairs. It is secluded from the rest of the palace, almost like it is isolated on purpose. He doesn’t let go of my hand even as I am ushered inside the mahogany door and stare at the beige walls of the bedroom. It is beautif
I walk towards it, gingerly touching the paints when someone slams into me. I lurch forward, trying to gain my balance when one of the liquid paints topples down, causing the colored liquid to bleed into the dress I am wearing. I gasp and whirl around only to see the maid looking at me with a weird
Fiona’s POV “You all recognize the necklace she wears, don’t you?” Slowly, I lift my head up as Micah’s acidic tone threatens to eviscerate everything in his path. I watch as Alara gasps, her eyes fastened on the necklace he has taken off my neck. A slow and devilish smile forms on Micah’s face, a