ANNABEL

I took the tray and watched him leave. I really didn't know if I was doing the right thing, accepting to go serve him in his chambers tonight. The fact that my body was already getting excited at the thought of seeing him showed this was a bad idea, but I found my legs dragging me towards his chambers anyway.

I knocked at his door, taking everything in me not to look towards the direction of the balcony where it all started.

I knocked again—no sound. So I gently turned the door knob ...