Chapter Ten
Brea
Brea counted down the minutes, waiting to hear Griff’s breathing slow into the even patterns of sleep. But he kept speaking even as his voice grew tired.
“I just don’t understand why you had to send for Alona so late. She’s probably exhausted.”
Brea leaned back in the bed, keeping a distance between them like she’d been doing since the one night they grew closer. “Do I have to have a reason? Griff, I’m a princess, if I can’t call for tea at any time of the night, then what’s the point?” She smirked at him.
He seemed to get the joke, knowing princess privileges meant nothing to Brea. “Fine, I get it. You don’t have to tell me.” He rolled onto his side to face her.
Brea sighed. “Okay, sometimes I get… lonely in this place.” She looked to the ceiling.
He reached for he
