Myra froze the second she looked up. Arthur. And he was holding her. Her nightmare come to life.

Shock coursed through her veins, turning her blood ice cold. His scent hit her first, reminding her of an event she had successfully buried.

Until now.

Flashes of the night came back and her eyes widened in fear.

He knows. He'll remember. I'm doomed.

“Seeking my attention princess? Or are you blind?" His voice was cold as he stepped away from her.

Wait a minute—what did he just say? ...