Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
She swallows, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and trying not to wince. “God this stuff is bloody awful.”
“It’s an acquired taste.”
She makes a face, her eyes pinched closed, her tongue out. “Blah! Jeez.” Then she has another sip. “Hmmm. It’s getting better. Kind of.” She looks at me, wincing. “Sorry, what are you trying to apologize for?”
“For making you cry.”
“When? A few weeks ago?”
“Have I made you cry since then?”
“I may have shed a tear or two since then but that’s because of my period, not you.”
I cock my brow at her lack of filter.
“Sorry,” she says, cheeks flushing. “But you should probably know that about me. I become an emotional beast when it’s that time of the month.”
Her frankness makes me smile. “I suppose I should be ready for that with two daughters.”
“Oh yes.” She laughs. Soft and yet somehow wicked. “You’re in for a hell of a ride.”
“Not if you’re here to help me,” I say, and the moment the words leave my mouth I realize how foolish that was to say.
“You’d have to extend my contract by about, oh six years or so.” She smiles into her drink. “Honestly, I’ll be surprised to last past New Year’s.”
I feel like she’s punched me in the gut. “Why would you say that?” I can barely hide the panic from my voice. She can’t leave me. She especially can’t leave the girls.
She rolls her eyes and leans away from me, back onto her elbows. “You have met you, right? If you really want to bring up the past, well then let’s say three weeks ago I was certain you were going to fire me. The tabloids, then the pig...”
“I know. That’s why I’m apologizing.”
The truth is, I keep replaying that scene over and over. I know it sorted itself out after but it felt like there was no closure. The moment I saw those tears fall from her normally cheerful face, I felt like a villain. And when she said she thought I hated her, I swear it put a crack right through my heart. A stark reminder that I still have one.
“Sometimes I lose my temper,” I add. I don’t know why it’s so painful to admit.
“You don’t say? You know, on that first day, Maja described you as merely disagreeable.”
“She’s known for her diplomacy.”
“You and I haven’t been on the same page since the start. That’s disagreeable. But you’re just outright hostile to me sometimes. I’ve only now figured out how to deal with it, but still, I never really know what you’re going to do or say next. Hell, I’m still in shock that we’re here right now.”
She certainly has a way of making me feel bad.
Which you deserve.
“But,” she goes on, “I know that you’re trying to make an effort to be nicer to me. And I appreciate it.” She finishes the rest of her drink like she’s a pro and then pours herself another glass.
“And yet I’m still driving you to drink,” I remark. I finish my glass and stick it out for her as she pours it to the rim.
She shrugs. “No. I just feel like letting my hair down, you know? I deal with your daughters all day long, it’s a nice change to talk to an adult. Even if it’s you.”
“Hey,” I say, giving her a mocking glare. “I’ll have you know I’m excellent company.”
A wide grin breaks across her face, showing off her perfect white teeth. If she could bottle that smile and sell it, she’d make a million dollars.
“You haven’t proved anything yet,” she teases. Then her expression grows wistful. “It’s just nice to get out of the palace for once. Doesn’t it feel … lonely, sometimes? It’s so big and drafty and cold and … haunted.”
“Haunted?” I wonder if she’s talking about Johan and his sleepwalking. The man can look like a ghost sometimes.
“Not in the literal sense,” she says, licking her lips in thought. “Just … Helena.”
I stiffen.
“I feel the memories of her, or something,” she goes on. She sighs, looking embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I know I must sound daft. I swear I’m not normally this kooky.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“I think the walls just hold so much sadness, you know? And everyone inside is doing their best to pretend it’s not there.”
Fucking hell. She may even be right about that.
And I’m the biggest liar of them all.
“Since we’re getting all personal,” she says, coming to the edge of the bed and swinging her legs around. She leans on her thighs, her face closer to me now, her eyes searching my face. “There’s something I’ve been wondering.”
I hear her words but they don’t sink in. There’s something about the warmth and depth of her eyes that makes it impossible to think. It’s like slipping into a warm bath until you’re so enthralled you wouldn’t even notice if you drowned.