The disappearing author has reappeared. Thanks for all the love and sorry for the long wait.
“Scarlett Hawke,” Killian growled and the woman beside him took a step away from him. “I greet Your Majesty the Luna Queen,” the woman greeted with a bow. I wished she would disappear from my sight. Looking at her made my wolf growl loudly and my chest tightened even more. The longer I looked at h
“He allowed you to touch him. Why should I hate you for that?” I muttered, unable to look her in the eye. Why would I be jealous because another woman touched Killian? It was – It was not a big deal. I tried to deny it but I remembered how my guts twisted just watching Killian smile at her. It was
I was – nervous. What did he mean by a date? Where would we go? What would we do? While nervousness ate away at my insides, Sabrina and Ella happily decorated me. Even Eliza stopped by to recommend this and that for my outfit. She seemed to think we were now friends after sharing a cup of tea. The
“What are you –“ He cut off my bewildered musings. “You know, they say the first to fall loses,” he started and my brows furrowed. I opened my mouth to ask what he meant but he continued, almost as if in a hurry. “I’ve lost.” “What do you mean?” I could not pull at my carefully styled hair so I re
“He killed her!” Scarlett ran into my arms as soon as I opened the door to her room. “That– That awful man! He killed my mother!” She screamed in anguish. When I walked in here, I had no plans of embracing her. Everyone gave me bewildered glances when I said I had to see Scarlett but no one stopped
“Thank you.” He raised his head. “And I am sorry – For making it hard for you to believe me.” If I asked, would he apologize for the snide comments? For the dismissive glances and disregard with which he first treated me? I did not have time to ask as I had to get dressed as soon as possible to mee
“Is it my imagination or am I not allowed out of the palace?” I asked as I entered my mate’s office. “It is not your imagination.” He looked me right in the eye as he spoke. I opened my mouth to complain but his gaze hardened. “For Styx’s peace of mind, you are not allowed to leave the palace witho
“What do you think about that?” He pointed to a dress on display and I frowned. “That – is a dress?” “Yes, I think the colours suits you. The design is a bit excessive – Madam Marion, let us see your fabrics catalogue.” “Your – Your Majesty, we can – we can bring everything to the palace. I am af