The Rejected True Heiress
Then, he crouched down and looked at something under the bed.
I furrowed my brow. What the hell was he doing?
Suddenly, a sneeze began to tickle my nostrils. I pulled my head back and inhaled sharply. Callum, eyes widening, reached out and pinched my nose.
I whipped my head up to look at him. The sneeze burned at the back of my sinuses, making tears prick the corners of my eyes. But he didn’t let go. And soon, the sensation faded.
Ambrose seemed to move into the bathroom. I could hear his shoes clicking on the marble floor, and then the sink turned on.