Kyle's POV
My heart was racing while I took the stairs leading to my room, I was nervous, confused, and disoriented.
Like what just happened to me?
Why didn't I stop the bastard and why was I enjoying his teases. I have read and heard numerous times that these types of emotions only happen when you meet the one, the one destined to be your soul mate.
But I am not yet eighteen, at least that is what my mother has made me believe, unless, of course, I am to believe that my mother does not know my age. I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't know when I bumped into someone on the stairs.
“I'm so sorry,” I said, as I lifted my eyes to see that it was Queen Miranda.
“Are you alright?” She asked scrutinizing me with her eyes.
“Yes, I'm fine,” I answered trying my best not to give
