Jonathan
I had to be enchanted.
There was no other way I could be having the night I was, making the decisions that I’d made. I knew that I should turn tail and run elsewhere in the city, that I followed Edward like a moth to a flame, his form silhouetted in golden light that made his red silk waistcoat shimmer.
I wasn’t drunk; I’d only had two glasses of whiskey at the bar, and they hadn’t been nearly enough to even calm my nerves. Something else simmered in my chest, something I had never felt with the girls in my home village over stolen kisses and secret sighs in the night. I couldn’t seem to forget the imprint of how he’d felt against me, how his arms had felt clenched in my hands, how his tongue had invaded my mouth and marked me irreversibly.
The man had worked his strange magic
