Thirty minutes later, Nina was sat in the field of lilies, her hands folded across her chest, her pinky finger in between her teeth.
After the moment, she realized she indeed needed some fresh air.
A guard stood by her side, holding an umbrella above her head.
Moreen stood on the other side, pouring tea into the tea cup.
Nina stared into the bed of flowers.
This was not supposed to be happening.
She was Annalise! The strongest witch to ever live. How was she reacting to a man?
Nina cursed under her breath.
Was she ovulating?
Was that it?
She shut her eyes as the memory of him lifting her off the ground and placing her on the table came back to her.
She dragged a ragged breath, as she tried to steady herself.
Get it together.
She was just caught off guard that's all. That's all there is to it. She nodded, picked the cup of tea downing it in one go.
Feelings ruined things. It made people weak.
She couldn't afford to be weak.
