Liyah's POV

I breathed out in relief when he assented to the dance with his friend. Being around him was a combination of suffocation, fear, and unwarranted attraction. I blamed it on the kiss from the other time. If only he had kept his hands to himself I would still be thinking straight. To some extent I was quite disgusted with myself. Why would anyone feel this way about someone who had been treating them like shit?

But I also couldn't help but notice the little things that had been happening before now. My work at the mansion had been cut down dramatically. All I had to do now was...