Chapter 89. Good Girl

Eir’s POV

Everything seemed to stop, time and space, my frantic heart, and my sassy preschoolers leveled name calling. There were only his green eyes, sparkling in the dimmed light, intense and so close. I swallowed hard and opened and closed my mouth like a goldfish on land a couple of times.

Our breaths had a pull-and-release game going on; his hot breath brushed over my skin as I slowly filled my lungs and the other way around.

The moment was intense, and I had no problem seeing he was angry or, with some luck, just annoyed. I wanted to apologize, but I also wanted to call him an arrogant ass hat and bad-quality snake boots. Maybe this was the moon goddess’s way of helping me, making me unable to say a single word and making the situation even worse than it was. Reality slowly kept up my skin, reminding me I had become too comfortable, hammered in the fact that I was a prisoner here. A commoner, in his eyes, was brought here to be a research thing. How could I f