Rosamund
I pulled away from him slowly. The heat on my face was unbearable.
"You're right," I said, trying to ease the awkwardness with a chuckle. "The contract. We should follow the terms."
Nevan nodded, releasing my hand. He sat up, swung his legs off the bed, and stood, adjusting his shirt and running a hand through his hair. He didn't look at me.
"I need to attend to some business," he said. "I'll ask the servants to bring you food. Eat something, even if you're not hungry."
"Okay. Thank you."
He nodded, reached for his coat, crossed to the door, opened it, and left. And once again, I was alone.
I lay on my back, staring at the canopy above me, and pressed both hands flat against my stomach as though I could hold down whatever was rising inside of me, even though it wasn't working.
