Back home, a strange panic began to swell in my chest. It was too fast. We were moving too fast. When I had moved to Arvendon, we had fought. Every single time I saw Jacob, he was mad at me. He threatened my job at every turn. Now? Now, he was kissing me like I meant the world to him. It was too much for me to handle.
“What’s wrong?” Jacob asked over lunch.
I shook my head. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired.”
I looked up to find the prince raising his eyebrows at me. His look was one of concern. I was having such a hard time dealing with the way Jacob was changing. He used to never show his feelings on his face. Now, I could tell exactly what he was thinking by the expressions he made. Why was he suddenly so easy to read? Maybe I had cracked his code. Had we really gotten
