Excuse me? "We?" Does he think we are on a couple's vacation?
He glanced at me over his shoulder but said nothing.
I should slap his hand off. Instead, I let him as he led me out of the castle and into the cold night as we began heading for the spring—the same spring Matilda had introduced me to.
"What about the curfew?" I whispered, glancing around the empty corridor as I felt my legs tremble slightly.
His hand, however, held me close, like a magnet. Then he let out a throaty laugh and said, "Who is your King?"
Oh, you of course.
I made no further comment and followed him into the woods. Moonlight seeped through the trees, creating patterns on the ground. The night was quiet except for the breeze billowing through the branches and the faint sound of crickets.
As we got closer to the lake, I felt heat spread through me. This was the moment I should turn back. This should be the time I should unclasp my hand.
What am I even doing?
