And then, oh no, I felt something- something I definitely did not ask for, something absolutely uninvited and thoroughly displeasing. It was like a connection, or a speak, or whatever nonsense people write bad poetry about.
Doesn't exist, didn't happen, absolutely not.
As I met his gaze- those beautiful., unsettling emerald green eyes- ugh, why are they so cozy- looking?
And yet, there was something that made my insides twist in the most inconvenient way possible. And his face, that cold, indifferent expression- oh my god, just kill me now.
I was completely lost in his annoyingly perfect eye, and somewhere in the haze, I realized his lips were moving. Was he saying something? Oh, great, of course, he was.
"You're up so early," he said, his voice like velvet wrapped around a dagger.
I blinked, trying to pull myself together. "Uh... Yeah... I have some business with Duke Oberon..."
