Skye’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I looked around, at kneeling Lucia, to the vanity, to the couch…
Everywhere, but not at Arthur.
This was his chamber.
If…. If…
He is going to stay here, then ….
I gulped hard…
The room that I said was too big for me on my very first day…
Looked so cramped in his presence now.
He slowly leaned down, and I shrank back, trying to keep the distance between us, still blinking hard, but dared not look at him.
“I didn’t remember anyone hitting your head, Skye. What happened? How did you forget that we are already engaged?” he asked teasingly, but every word thudded hard against my chest.
We had been engaged for three months.
And now he remembered?
He hovered over me, put his hands on both sides of my curled-up body, trapping me.
His hot breath, mixed with h
