#Chapter 35: Grandmother

Almara I had just gotten into bed when Arthur came through the door. He shrugged off his suit jacket without saying a word. I watched him warily. I wasn’t sure what type of mood he was in, but I wasn’t going to bring attention to myself in case it was a bad one. When he had stripped down to his boxers, he finally turned toward me. There was a storm brewing behind his green eyes and my body went on full alert. “Did you know?” he asked and I cocked my head. I had no idea what he was talking about and I told him as much. He strode toward the bed and grabbed the wrist that my new bracelet was on. He shook it in front of my eyes, the charms whipping around wildly. “Did you know that Dorothea is my grandmother?” I stared at him in open-mouthed shock. It was the last thing I had expected him to say. It took me a few tries to find my voice. “What?” “You didn’t know,” he muttered and relaxed his grip. His shoulders slumped forward and he buried his face into my neck, pres