When I woke up, he was reading a leather bound book, frowning.
Cronan.
He turned, raking his hand through his blonde hair. *My Violet.*
I am not his.
He sighed. *Are you hungry?*
Worried about the baby, are we?
*Violet.*
I turned my back to him, wishing he’d just disappear.
*I’m not going anywhere.* I could hear him flipping papers, reading.
He’s just reading while I die on the inside. I should kill him.
*I won’t die easily, love.*
Oh God, the love stuff again.
*It was such a good date.*
And then I found out he trapped me.
*You and I are bound. You’ve been ‘trapped’ since the bond was formed.*
He’s so annoying when he’s being logical.
*I’m not leaving.*
I can leave.
*You think so?* He quirked
