Just as I was about to fall from the third story, a hand shot out from the terrace above.
Clinging to it like a lifeline, I felt the rush of cold air beneath me and squeezed my eyes shut, holding on as I was pulled to safety.
A low, familiar chuckle sounded beside me. "Alright, open your eyes, Your Highness."
Thomas looked at me with a hint of worry in his gaze, and I could feel it pierce straight to my core.
He was truly concerned for me.
My lips parted to say something, but his warm finger pressed against them.
"Shh."
He leaned close, his voice a deep murmur against my ear, sending a shiver through me.
"Don't speak. There's movement inside."
A tingle ran down my spine, and my heart pounded in my chest. I rubbed at my flushed cheeks, steadying my legs, which had grown shaky from
