Harriet’s POV
“What are you d-doing in here?” I stuttered, my lips trembling.
Devon stared at me blankly, his head tilted the usual way he kept it while trying to figure someone out.
“You are avoiding me.” He stated.
My eyes widened, my heart dropped in my stomach and I fisted my dress by my side.
“I-I don’t understand my Lord.” I replied.
Devon took daunting steps towards me, the heel of his shoes making a loud thud as he walked closer. My throat constricted and my heartbeat quickened.
“Penelope told me you were under the weather.”
“I am-”
“But you seem fine to me.” He continued ignoring my statement.
“It wouldn’t be easy to tell when I fall sick my Lord.” I refuted.
Before I could explain what was going on, Devon’s cold fingers met my jaw and he tilted my head up to
