I spent most of the night thinking about three words.
I love you.
Draven had said them so quietly that part of me wondered whether I had imagined them, yet the memory refused to disappear. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his expression when he admitted it and I remembered the vulnerability that had appeared in his golden eyes before he walked away.
I had no idea what to do with that. I had never expected to fall in love with the man I had been forced to marry, and I certainly hadn't expected that man to become the person I trusted most.
When morning finally arrived, I showered, brushed my hair, and dressed slowly because I wasn't eager to face him.
Unfortunately, hiding in our shared bedroom wasn't an option forever. I walked into the dining room and found Draven already seated at
