“Sit,” I commanded, pushing him down onto the edge of the mattress.
He complied, swaying slightly even in a seated position. I knelt down to remove his shoes, fighting off memories of the last time I’d been on my knees in front of him, in a very different context.
“You’re so beautiful,” Isaac murmured, reaching out to touch my hair. “The most beautiful woman in all the kingdoms.”
“And you’re drunk,” I replied, batting his hand away.
“Drunk, yes,” he agreed cheerfully. “But still telling the truth. You’re perfect, Bianca. Perfect and beautiful and smart and… Did I say perfect already?”
I ignored the flutter in my chest at his words. This wasn’t real. He was just drunk and saying whatever popped into his addled brain. He was used to getting into bed with women when he was
