Charlotte’s POV
For a long time that night, I laid in the dark just staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep no matter how much I tossed and turned.
That strange, sinking feeling in my chest lingered long after I left the ballroom. I kept thinking about Kieran’s face mere inches from mine, fangs close enough to sink into my neck. I thought about the warmth of his hand splaying against my back and how comforting it felt..
I hated myself for it.
It shouldn’t have bothered me if he found someone else one day. We had never had any pretense of romance in our arrangement, and if anything, I should be glad to get a chance to walk away sooner rather than later.
Kieran was abrasive and cruel and cold, and his constant mood swings made my head hurt.
But sometimes, my foolish
