Amelia
The absence of the prince’s touch is as abrasive as a cold wind.
“Maya was injured,” he explains to this stranger who called him darling. I bristle, and I’m not sure if it’s because of her presence or the fact that he called me Maya. Again.
“She’s unfamiliar with others and needs help with her injuries,” he goes on. “I didn’t want her waking up to an unfamiliar face after such a traumatic event.”
I try not to stare at the woman’s arm around the prince’s shoulders. I try not to care when he tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear. I try to deny who she must be.
“Maya…” the woman repeats, as if tasting the name. “This is the human pet you brought back?”
For some reason, I hate that she’s heard of me, but I’ve never heard of her.
The prince nods.
The woman tightens her arm
