Maeve
I hadn’t been prepared for this. None of it.
I sat in my bed with my knees pressed against my chest, watching the light from the adjacent room, Aaron’s room, spill into mine.
I hadn’t curled up with a frilly romance novel like usual. I had raged, attempting to push the heavy wardrobe against the shared door, unsuccessfully of course, and surrendered to turning off all the lights and slipping into bed, silent as a mouse.
And then I watched, sometimes holding my breath as an occasional silent shadow broke through the light visible beneath the door. He had crossed the room several times, the scraping sound of a dresser drawer being opened or the thump of a door closing the only sounds in what felt like the entire castle.
Gemma tried to explain the reasoning behind removing the lock
