"What if it were true?"
The question echoed in Christina's mind, her eyes locked with Reylan's which was filled with a serious affection. Her heart pounded rapidly, her body stiffening as the realization hit her.
Holy fucking hell! Was he really confessing his feelings to her?
"What if I have been sincere all this time, Christina? What if I haven't been pretending just for the sake of our deal?" Reylan continued, his voice steady despite the sweat trickling down his spine. It had been over a century since he had last felt this nervous, and ironically, it was also in front of this woman when she had stabbed him in the chest at their first meeting.
