Medora
A knock on my door startled me, my heart racing in the stillness of the night. Who could it possibly be? Hesitant, I stepped back before cautiously opening the door.
“Reign? What are you—” My words were cut short as he pushed his way inside, shutting the door softly behind him.
“Reign, it’s late,” I whispered sharply, glancing over at Bronwyn’s small, peaceful figure on the bed. “She’s asleep. You need to go.”
He smirked, the confidence in his eyes making my pulse quicken. “We both know you don’t want me to go.”
“What are you talking about—” I froze as Bronwyn stirred, letting out a small whimper before rolling over.
“Shh,” he whispered, stepping closer. His hands found my waist, and before I could process what was happening, he turned me around, pulling me flush against him.
