What the hell are you doing, Fiona?! I questioned myself a few hours later as I suddenly slid out of bed and walked out of my room.
I had the strangest, most overwhelming conviction to succumb to Fredrick's demands. Did I want to kiss him? Yes. Was I scared of what would happen after that kiss? Also yes. But I didn't let these thoughts pull me down any longer. A wild, reckless hope was blooming in my chest, and I couldn't stop it.
I traced his powerful scent, following the rich aroma of pine and rain through the quiet corridors until it led me to a door. It was a pretty huge one, and I guessed that it was either his office or his room. I lifted my hand to knock, but my action was halted as his deep voice echoed from inside.
"I know it's you, Fiona." He said, and I could tell from the vi
