The whiskey burned my throat, but I didn’t feel it. My mind was still trapped in the conversation with Connor, in every sharp word he had thrown like daggers.
Morgana shifted on the bed, her body barely covered by the sheets. Her dark gaze fixed on me as I poured myself another drink.
“You look tense, my love.” Her voice was a low purr, calculated.
I didn’t respond. I leaned against the edge of the desk, my back to her.
“Connor has upset you more than you want to admit.”
I let out a heavy sigh.
“Connor is an idiot.”
Morgana let out a soft chuckle.
“And yet, it seems his words affected you.”
I turned slowly, locking eyes with her.
“If you have something to say, say it. What is it you wanted to propose?”
Morgana tilted her head, that smile of hers never fully revealing her intenti
