Eden's POV
I fix my hair into a tight knot at the base of my neck and look back at my tired eyes in the mirror. After Conall left last night, it was impossible to fall asleep. I’m practically wrapped in the man’s scent and it’s fair to say his presence here certainly left an impression.
Who does that asshole think he is? Who the hell died and made him king of this run-down castle?
Today is the day that I find out.
I fix a determined look on my face and head out into the corridor, making my way to Mateo’s room, which he happened to point out to me yesterday in passing.
I can already hear the men downstairs eating, but something tells me he won’t be joining them this morning. I lift my hand to rattle the door, and I’m greeted immediately with a weary voice. “Come in.”
I swing the door
