Sky’s POV
The silence that followed his demand was suffocating. I didn’t nod, I couldn’t. He needed a firm yes and I had given it to him. My neck felt like it had turned to stone. Zayne didn’t seem to mind my silence after. I am assuming he chose to take it as submission, a victory he had expected the moment he stepped into the room.
"Good," he murmured.
He stepped back, finally giving me space to breathe, though the air still felt thin. He picked up his mug from the floor and walked toward the pantry door. Just before he stepped out into the kitchen, he paused and looked back over his shoulder.
"The maids will be in here in three minutes to start the dough for the morning rolls. If I were you, I’d be gone in two."
Then he was gone.
I didn't waste a heartbeat. I scrambled to gather m
