Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven.

Mirah

I shivered as his hand cupped my mound and stroked my clit. A gasp made its way out of my throat, but he swallowed it with an intense kiss.

As the sexual tension mounted, he pulled away. I stared into his lust-darkened eyes. “Why did you stop?” I whispered.

“Leave.” A single word.

I sat up, ignoring the throbbing between my legs. “Excuse me?” My brain struggled to catch up, and my voice was pathetically shaky.

“Leave Mirabella.” He said again, and I clambered off the bed. My hand was on the doorknob, when I turned again.

“This night never happened.” I hurried out of the room without waiting for his response.

That happened nights ago. As I leaned against the headboard that morning, after a wicked hangover, I wondered what festivity was on. Even the maids that'd served breakfast and lunch had queer looks on their faces.

“What's happening?” I tried asking one of them, but got no response. She simply stared at me like I was a clown, before