It seemed I’d be cocooned in the comfort of his room tonight.
Alexander’s cold voice still echoed in my ears, lingering like a cruel aftertaste from everything that had happened in the dining hall.
We had no other choice at least not if we wanted to keep up appearances in front of his stepmother, Gratia. Sleeping in separate rooms would only raise suspicion. And so, I found myself standing awkwardly in his space for the first time.
His room was nothing like mine.
Where mine was airy and soft, his was dark, bold, unapologetically masculine.
The scent of sandalwood and musk wrapped around me the moment I stepped in intoxicating, commanding, and undeniably him.
Alexander moved toward the bed, casually tossing extra pillows at the center as a divider. His eyes flicked to me, cold and unr
