King Braedon POV
I knew that Blair hadn't had an easy time of it. When we entered the bedroom, she was exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes and she looked pissed. We got ready for bed silently, Blair dressing in an oversized top that hid all of her luscious curves and a pair of short shorts, while I put on a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. She got into the large bed and moved over so far to the side that she was almost falling off of it, her body stiff and unyielding. I sighed and got in, listening to the sound of her breathing which was uneven and shallow. Was she nervous or was this something else? It seemed a bit extreme or maybe I was just misjudging just how angry she was?
"Blair" I began and she hunched her shoulders, cutting me off as I gave a long sigh.
Damnit, it f
