Maeve
I stared at him as if he had grown two heads. “Okay, this is your room. Then where will you sleep?” Based on what he had said, I inferred he was proposing I use his room.
I noticed an arched doorway, which led into a second room, and beyond that was a balcony. The mist here was incredibly high, rising up to the level of the balcony and undulating like a serpent. Strangely, I felt calm. But this calm was deceptive, to lull me into a false sense of security.
“I’ll be sleeping in my room,” he said dryly.
My heart jumped in my throat. “You expect me to sleep with you when you have a betrothed out there? What kind of monster are you?”
He didn’t reply, and, despite my presence in the room, he opened one of the wardrobes and stood there, looking at his shirts for a moment. Then he stri
