Harriet’s POV
I guess I was beginning to rip the consequences of my decision to barge into his room like that. I shouldn’t have thought with my heart, I should have simply gone to call ms Patricia, but instead I waltzed in here as if I owned the place.
Anything Lord Devon did to me from here on out would be my fault, I wouldn’t even blame him if he decides to throw me into a dungeon for something as grand as this.
“I- I just heard noises and I wanted to come see what was going on” I managed to speak as I broke out from the staring contest I was bound to loose anyways.
Devon with his hand gripping my wrist, stood up on his feet, his figure towering over me and causing me to tilt my head to stare at him, the only source of light being the lavender scented candle by his bedside.
“Yo
