Awkwardness replaced the warmth of our embrace. I found myself clamming up, embarrassed by my feeble attempt at suicide. His deep blue eyes fixed their gaze on mine. Ignoring their lure, I made light of the encounter, trying desperately to focus on something other than him. “I guess I better go. I’m pretty sure Alex will be worried. Thanks for not letting me fall to my death.” Smiling, his fangs glistened in the moonlight. “I would save you no matter how grim your fate was. And if I were Alexander, I’d be worried, too. Good day, sweet Princess.” Bowing before me, he looked up at me. His eyes spoke a thousand words, and at that moment, my heart melted. Wake up, girl! What are you thinking of? I rushed back to the room, not once looking back to see if Antoine watching me. I felt guilty. I knew I had not done anything wrong, but thinking about another while my ‘new husband’ slept was not the act of a ‘good’ wife. Trying to concentrate on the day/night ahead, I indulged myself in a hot soapy bath.
