Emilia's POV
His words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.
‘Over and over. Until there’s no doubt whose child you’ll be carrying.’
It was ridiculous. Utterly insane. But the way his voice had dropped, the rough edge of promise in it—it crawled under my skin like wildfire. My thighs pressed together before I could even stop myself, an involuntary movement that betrayed me, betraying the shield I kept trying to build between us.
Get yourself together, Emilia.
I coughed, forcing my thoughts to scatter, willing away the flashes of heat that his voice had ignited in me. The way his thumb had traced my palm lingered like a ghost, as though he’d branded me there with invisible fire.
Pulling my hand back at last, I sat straighter, masking the storm inside me. “So… what exactly am I expected t
