Ella’s POV
The following morning was much the same as the one before. I slipped out of bed with Alexander before the sun rose and the house had woken up, quickly padding down the halls like Alexander’s dirty little secret.
This time, though, I couldn’t seem to keep the stupid grin off my face. It really was sordid and “forbidden”, but I had to admit—it made all of this exciting in ways that I never expected.
After showering and dressing, I spent the morning taking care of Lucien, making last-minute wedding plans with Anya, and pretty much anything else that could keep my mind off of the glaring issue of the curse.
I was just passing by Alexander’s office a little before lunchtime with Lucien in my arms when I heard it.
Coughing. Coming from Alexander’s office.
The sound of it normal
