Thirty minutes later, Nina was sitting in the field of lilies, her hands folded across her chest and her pinky finger caught between her teeth. After a few moments, she had to admit to herself that she really did need the fresh air.
A guard stood quietly by her side, holding an umbrella above her head to shield her from the sun, while Moreen stood on her other side, carefully pouring tea into a delicate cup.
Nina stared blankly into the bed of flowers. This was not supposed to be happening. She was Annalise—the strongest witch to ever live! How on earth was she reacting this way to a man?
Nina cursed under her breath. Was she ovulating? Was that it?
She shut her eyes tightly as the vivid memory of him lifting her effortlessly off the ground and placing her on the table rushed back to her. She dragged a ragged breath into her lungs, trying desperately to steady herself.
Get it together.
