Oriana's heart thundered against her chest as she turned to him. She searched his face, and she had never seen him like this before.
Something flashed in his eyes, and her heart skipped. She could not even tell what it was.
Icarus was the only man who had ever touched her like this, the only one who had ever kissed her, yet she had never touched another man. Was that why he knew?
Was it the dance she had with the king?
Or was it when he had gripped her neck?
Just as her thoughts drifted to that moment, her stomach flipped as butterflies danced through it. Her eyes slowly turned cold as she spoke calmly.
"It does not matter. Let's go back to bed."
The softness in her tone contrasted sharply with the coldness in her eyes.
Why did he care?
He had left as though he did not care when she told him she was getting married. And if he had said the words—
Don't.
She would not have gone through with it.
But why should she explain anything now… when he had not cared before?
