Phoveous's POV:
There she was, relaxing outside on the grass; not a care or worry in the world she had been there for just under an hour. And there I was in my study,
worrying my socks off if she suddenly, once again, loved Austin.
If he wanted to, he could take her, and she probably wouldn't even deny his offer. I bet she couldn't wait to leave me. I didn't know if she loved me. Even though she said it, it didn't seem believable. Or maybe that was just me with my 'trust issues' as everyone liked to call them.
What had I done to her? Kidnapped her and got her best friend killed. I was an ass to her for the first few months of her stay at the castle. I snapped at her for everything she did. Gave her electric shock therapy. Snapped at her for talking to Hanz. For a period of time, I told
