Alone in the sewing room now, Belle wondered what her choice would be—was she to choose being a councilwoman, or was accepting the duke's affection for her the wisest? Maybe she could try both.
She had thought that hearing the duke's response would help her decide faster, and it should have, knowing fully well that she might be safer with him.
But now she was troubled by what Kione made her feel. It was wrong—him a demon while she was an angel, but it felt right in a twisted way. And the more she thought on it, memories of her recent activity with the demon came. She could not believe she did not try harder to stop him from making her feel such perverse emotions.
She huffed out a heavy breath. 'I think I might have fallen for him,' Belle realized.
The needle she was using to embroider Meredith's dress pricked the tip of her index finger, and she hissed out with gritted teeth.
