To say Blake slept easily after the events last night was clearly something you’ll take for granted.
He did not.
The man may have told Alice to rest, but he was not too keen to sleep after such things. After all, everything had changed for them. A lot more occurred last night than the past weeks. He had to consider such things.
The Prince took a seat by the kitchen island, a glass of apple juice in front of him. He whirled the contents and watched the liquid swirl around idly, somehow, it only made him think of Alice and he fought back the urge of wanting to see her again. He fought back the desire to his his head against the counter top. What went through his mind really?
Blake shut his eyes.
Well, she had figured him out, of course she did. Still, it felt kind of uncomfortable to im
