KEIRA’S POV.
A sharp knock sounded on the door, and I turn to it, raising my guard.
“Who is it?” I ask.
No one answers, and the knock sounds out again. I ask for the second time, and the door knob turns. I grab a flower vase and hold it above my head, ready to throw it at whoever it is. I see the shoes and throw the vase before seeing the face of the person. Jeremy moves just in time, and I sigh in relief, then gasp in shock.
“I’m so sorry, Your Majesty,” I rush to say, and he smiles as if he has just seen an angel.
“It’s okay, besides I asked you to call me by name,” he says, and I nod grimly.
“Say it,” he said, and I bowed my head, clenched my jaw, and made up my mom to get it over with.
“Jeremy,” I say as I lift my head.
“Say it again” He smiles and takes a step toward me.
“Jer
