Chapter 191 Melting

• Faye
• Prince Michael sits on the side of the bed. I edge closer, holding his gaze like I’m in a trance. I can hear his heart thumping even from this distance. I can hear his blood rushing in his veins. His scent is warm and overwhelmingly comforting, adding to the dizzy feeling cascading over my body.
• I’m hungry and weak. It hurts to move like this, to try to keep my back straight in a seated position and curl my legs beneath me to essentially kneel beside him.