Zelia
The hammering against my door is never-ending and I am battling my eyes open.
“What?” I yell irritated as I try my absolute best to figure out where I am and what I am supposed to do.
“Zelia, are you alright?” Remy sounds concerned.
“Just a moment,” I groan and wipe my eyes. I cannot recall when last I slept this well. No nightmares and no … ah, hell.
Abruptly I sit up and look at Jehan that is staring at me with his beautiful blue eyes. Shame and embarrassment wash over me as I recall last night.
“Princess, do not do that to yourself,” he murmurs and takes my hand. He brings it to his lips and places a kiss on my wrist, sending a whirlwind of energy through me.
“I … I need to go,” I stutter as I scramble out of bed just as Remy starts knocking again.
What have I done? Not on
