Rhiannon's POV
My stomach growled again, loud enough to wake the whole house. I groaned and rolled on my back, one hand pressed on my belly, the other behind my head, while I glared at the ceiling as if it were the cause of my situation.
That’s what I get for skipping dinner and pretending the small tray of chicken broth, a few buttered rolls and a glass of warm milk the maid brought was enough.
“This is all thanks to Rhys,” I muttered in irritation to myself.
Just thinking of his name made heat crawl up my neck.
What happened in his room and in the car stuck to my memory like glue. The way his breath brushed my skin, the way he looked at me, shamelessly touching me, and the way I hadn’t stopped him, haunted me like a dream. It wasn’t just what we’d done, it was how it made me feel. T
