The next day….
It was mid-morning, and Adina was quite sure that the king's room was clear. She gathered anything she would be using to clean and walked in quietly.
She halted in her steps the moment her eyes landed on him. Her eyes widened slightly; she hadn't been expecting him in the room.
Thorne was inside, sitting at the edge of the bed, boots in hand. He didn't look up when she entered, but his presence made her chest tighten anyway.
Memories of what had happened the day before rushed into her head like a dam. She had tried not to think about it—about what happened all through the night and into the morning.
About the way his fingers had brushed her skin so gently, like she was made of something precious. She tried not to remember the way he looked at her. Or how it had made her feel. It was terrifying,
those were feelings she thought were dead, and yet, there they were, blooming right in her chest.
It was horrifying.
