How they made it back home escaped her. All she recalled was being in the confines of their room, barely giving the door enough attention to lock it. Arsalan was turning her world into some fairytale as they floated toward the bedroom, focused on nothing but each other. Stephanie hummed when he tugged her so hard she stood on her toes. But after a while, she grew impatient with the damn veil limiting her access.
Driven by a passion he was yet to understand, Arsalan let his guard down. He was engrossed in the mutual lip-lock until a layer of his mask slid behind his head. That was when he pulled back, holding the woman’s head. “You can’t do that.”
Stephanie’s response was a lost countenance. Had she misread everything?
When the General fixed his mask, Miss Door stood there, thinking. But
