A R A B E L L A ' S P.O.V
It must have been hours before I unlocked the bathroom door. Hardin had stopped trying to get me to come out, two hours ago, and my heart deflated slightly but a part of me was also relieved.
He recognised that I needed space, away from him, and my title. I just needed some time to be me.
Arabella, orphan girl, or supposed orphan.
This woman had completely rocked my world, her words had become tattooed on my brain, and her face was a constant haunting.
I had slipped into our bed, Hardin fast asleep on the right hand on side and me on the left as it had always been. My stomach was starting to settle after vomiting for what felt like hours and I honestly didn't know how since I had barely eaten today.
The moon was beaming in from the slightly cracked open
