Chapter 33
Dionne
I couldn't move.
The King's eyes were locked on mine through the gap in the door, and for three heartbeats that felt like three hours, the world stopped spinning.
His expression shifted—just barely—from that almost-relaxed attention he'd been giving Aubrey to something harder. Something that made my lungs forget how to work.
Then he turned back to her, completely ignoring me. Like catching me spying on him meant absolutely nothing.
But I knew better. I knew that look. I'd seen it before.
My feet finally obeyed me, stumbling backward from the door. I forced myself back to the dining room, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my fingertips, in every breath that burned through my chest.
The wine glass nearly slipped from my trembling fingers, and I caught it just before it shattered against the floor. That would've been perfect, breaking something else.
