Ember
My stomach twisted painfully as I watched Ashlyn walk away, and now I was left alone with my fated mate. I'm sure he hates me. I would hate me. I tried to kill his sister, and then we were kidnapped by magic for the last twenty-four hours.
"You dyed your hair?" I jumped at how close he was now.
"I was in hiding," I shrugged. Mare snuggled into my neck, something she always did when I was nervous.
"Right, uhm, let's get you something to eat," he said before walking off.
"Follow him," Mare demanded. I sighed before listening to my cat.
I entered the kitchen and the king was looking in the fridge.
"Is there anything you'd like?" he asked, not looking at me. My stomach twisted, and I knew I wouldn't be able to eat.
"I'm not really hungry. Can I just lay down?" I mumbled. I quic
