"I feel terrible about it," Charlotte whispered.
“That he followed you?"
"Not just that," Charlotte began. She glanced at Hadleigh and hesitated. Charlotte's urge to confess was so great that Hadleigh could nearly hear the words in her own head. Hadleigh picked up on a myriad of scents trying to match Charlotte's most prominent emotions. It wasn't only apprehension that Charlotte was experiencing. Hadleigh could smell ... infatuation.
"You still feel for him," Hadleigh stated. Charlotte glanced down in pause, but then picked her head up. With her hazel eyes blazing in passion, she nodded.
"Yes," she whispered. "But I couldn't marry him, so this is my penance. I'm trapped here forever, in his bloody mind."
“Wait, his mind?" Hadleigh asked. Charlotte nodded.
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Charlotte spent the n
