Keenan could see Maya smirk as she slowly chewed on her food. He dug his nails into his palms as anger surged through him. She had been clearly terrified by his threat, but now she was deviously smiling as she ate.
She sat on the bed cross-legged and hidden underneath her dress so the table could stay as close to the bed as possible while she ate. She leaned forward slightly, holding the bowl as she ate.
Her black hair framed her face and a bit of color could be seen on her cheek but nothing drew his attention more than the pleased look in her blue eyes.
What are you plotting?
He could not ignore her elaborate fainting spell; however, he could not help but find it odd. It would have made more sense to do it before the wedding—an attempt to halt it and to buy herself more time before Vilhelm, her father, came to the rescue.
Or is there some other plan I can't quite put my finger on?
