Liam was cocky, arrogant, and a tad bit ruthless from what Amelia gathered, which, all things considered, was understandable. He was the demon king after all.
And if Lady Annalyse’s reaction was anything to go by, she wasn’t simply another pretty face to him. She was something more. Definitely more. And that explained the woman’s unmistakable jealousy and her astounding indignation.
What was still unclear to Amelia was why the woman felt outraged. What had she done?
“Don’t fret so much, little one,” came Liam’s soothing words.
Amelia startled, remembering where she was, and resumed eating her dessert.
When they finished eating at last in a deafening silence that would have made anyone feel uncomfortable, and not just Amelia – or at least that’s what she tried to persuade herself
