“It is an unusual situation,” he agreed.
“Why?” I asked.
“Why?”
“Why? Why follow me, why watch me? Why me? What are you evendoinghere?”
“That is hard to explain,” he said tightly.
I crossed my arms across my chest. “Try.”
And so, he did.
We had spoken previously about his mysterious arrival in Moonvale. About his memory loss. About him being a living,breathing god. But we had clearly left out one very important detail about his arrival—I knew he was obsessed with me, but I didn’t realize howdeepthe obsession ran.
I let him talk.
It was uncomfortable, really. And I could tell it was difficult for him to explain. Painful, at times.
But though I didn’t like watching him squirm, I let him.
He had somemajorexplaining to do.
I considered my own reaction. In the silence that followed his long-winded explanation, I took stock of how I was feeling.
My arms felt a little weak, and I felt a bit faint, like the adrenaline was finally wearing off. The panic was leaving my body, as was the teeth cracking fury.
I was still pissed, sure. Outrageously so.
But I was also… flattered.
I wasn’t sure what that said about me. I was fucked in the head.
“While we’re spilling secrets, is there anything else you need to tell me?”
He rocked back on his heels. “I do not sleep.”
That stopped me short. “Ever?”
“Never.”
I couldn’t even begin to process that tidbit of information.
“This is why you’ve stayed?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Even when your memories started to come back, and you knew for certain that I wasn’t your wife?”
“There’s more to it than that but… yes.”
“This is all ridiculous.”
“I know,” he agreed. “But I couldn’t go. I justcouldn’t.”
“And now?” I asked, anger flaring again. My teeth gnashed as I spoke. “Now that you’ve seen every inch of my body, and the King’s men are taking you away. Now what? You’ll bide your time and move on to your next victim when the King is through with you?”
His eyes bored into mine. White hot fury burned in his golden gaze. “How dare you think me so fickle.” His voice was hot iron—low and dangerous.
