My face flushed instantly, and I felt like a boiled shrimp, steaming from the inside out.
As if sleepwalking, I let Thomas guide me by the arm, escorting me back to my room.
It felt as though two little figures were warring in my mind, each vying for control of my heart.
To love, or not to love.
The choice before me was even more agonizing than life or death.
As soon as I stepped through the door, Teal rushed toward me, her hands fumbling over me in a flurry.
“Your Highness, are you all right? I heard someone was murdered in the manor. You weren’t in any danger, were you?”
“I’m fine.” I patted Teal’s hand, trying to calm her panic. “Has there been any reaction from Owen?”
At the mention of Owen, Teal’s expression turned peculiar, as though she’d seen something horrifying.
Her grip
