Those words were hard to hear.
Your innocence is well and gone?
He said it so coldly. As if discussing the weather.
When in reality, he was responsible for changing my life.
It truly set in for the first time, that if he wished to pursue it now, society could declare me ruined and demand he marry me.
Which he’s offered.
Which means, that in reality, they’d be demanding I concede to him.
Or was he right? Had I already?
Even I could tell that I was overthinking things just now. And it was making my head hurt and my hands shake.
“It’s time you come to terms with a few things, Belle.” Bodin said a bit more coldly. “You’re mine. And you always have been.”
“The hell I am.” But my voice was tenuous. Wondering if I could really hold to that, when I became so weak the moment he touched me.
Or even when I simply think of him.
***
“Is your father really the Fey King?”
Bodin’s lips whitened, and his jaw ticked as he decided how much he’d confide in me.