I shouldn’t be here.
Stopping in my tracks, I place a trembling hand over my chest and take three deep breaths, hoping it’ll help calm me down.
It doesn’t.
I’m going to be in so much trouble, especially after what I went through to get it, but it’s wrong. God knows, I need it, but it doesn’t belong to me.
Taking one last breath, I continue my walk toward the house or, rather, castle.
The Kellys’ home is utterly enchanting. It’s something you’d expect to see in a Disney film, but no Prince Charming exists behind these doors.
Puck Kelly, or Punky as I overheard Darcy call him, is anything but a gentleman. He is rude, arrogant, and a f*****g arsehole. Yes, he has every right to be mad at me as I did steal from him, but he was a jerk even before that happened.
So why am I here?
I owe h
