Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
The red light was invisible, but in my mind, it was a beckoning eye, waiting for her to blink.
"You know," Skye said, her voice becoming airy, almost giddy from the wine and the attention. "I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was sixteen years old. It feels surreal to finally be sitting across from you without the guards. We were so young, but they were always everywhere, and trust me I understood how much the Riders needed protection."
I raised an eyebrow, leaning in as if she were telling me the world’s most delicious secret. "Sixteen? You’ve been tracking me that long?"