AURELIA MARLOWE

"No, I do not want to leave," I muttered, turning my head sharply from one sound to the next as drawers slid open and footsteps carried my things out of the room and across the landing towards Ronan's.

When I had woken that morning, tangled in the sheets with my heart still racing from a nightmare I could not remember, I had lain very still and allowed myself to hope that none of it had been real. Not the study, not the water, and certainly not the moment he had taken the glass from my hand and dropped it somewhere on the table before sweeping me up into...