ions," Baila
lp me with my ba
generously, drenching her skin in its floral fragrance. As she caught her reflection, she thought of Rowan-his
't wait an
er one shoulder. "Remember, you're nothing but a cheap stand-
n was standing before the Frenc
Phoebe purred as
t as soon as she drew close, an overpowe
c rose fragrance as
ion, he shoved her away. "What is that smell
ned. The scen
lept in his bed
d Baila'
ngerous suspicion. "So it was
the truth, Phoebe knew i
a laugh. "I just bathed with flowe
it off. I want the original scent. O
before rushing out. A tremor shot through her body
*
tepped into her room, her face dark. Baila asked, "Pho
sleep with my husband
was st
ing her into Ro
Baila said immediat
ly that her nails dug into her pal
go, he would figure out the truth. And if that hap
oebe pulled out her phon
nt she saw the screen-her grandmother dressed in a thin hospit
er chest rising and falling weakly
I'll have them remove her oxygen mask right now. She m
acked. She looked at Phoe
fully-I don't care what happens; you're not allowed to have
d have been her night-her chance to be with Rowa
er choice. She would let Baila do this n
aila said
isgusting scar. Don't scare my husba
s face did she feel even a little bette
ation. Instead, she picked up the makeup remover. Slowly, sh
like stars, and a radiance so striking it seemed to light up the room. Eve
face had been
oward the ma
would sleep b
eir paths would never cross again. Yet here she
and the cold warning he had given her, s
hen Baila slipped in, careful to sta
one with the clear, reserved eyes. She had seemed composed, even di
rvant aside and opened his eyes, his gaze
tress, her body tense. It seemed a single s
kened. "Why are you so
before moving
senses were filled with a fa
icate yet intoxicating, unlike
Rowan's voice was
in his
to, but she was pretending to be Phoebe tonight
iffly rolling i
rip settling on her shoulders. He buried
r was subtle bu
you use last tim
y perfume," Bail
t your natural sce
t brushed against Baila's cheek. Heat rushed to her face.
ngers gripped her chin, tilting her face towar
o the servant. She had ca
at. She had been so nervou
bled for an excuse. "It's just... This is my first time slee
f her face. Phoebe had always been beautiful. But now,
rosy, her thick, flowing hair framing a face that seemed almost
day seemed ordin
the woman he was hold
s brushed along her jaw, grazing her skin lightly.
gged by Old Mrs. Hayes that
er. "Then what sh
Rowan, Baila felt so shy. She wanted
hastily before burying
he truth-that the woman in his arms wasn't Phoebe, but the very se
's eyes. He hadn't been trying to teas
t; his Adam's apple b