- KATHERINE’S POV -
A terrible feeling of discomfort gripped my stomach as I waited for Murtagh to do or say something. I felt the sickening warmth of bile in my belly, and such a manifestation of anxiety hadn’t happened to me since ... well, years.
I was an i***t. I had to shut up, I cursed myself. I knew it, I had to shut up!
And yet, curiosity had overcome me. As soon as he told me that he loved me (not that it was the first time; those were the first words he said to me every morning) in my mind the memory of that conversation I had had with him weeks before had popped up, and I could not contain my curiosity. Ours was a strong bond, a magical one; whatever kept him from letting go must have been of enormous importance, and I wanted to know what it was, both out of curiosity an
