Bold, Miss Charlotte... very bold.
Damien's P.O.V. My palms slid against the fabric of my shorts as I rubbed my legs, trying to distract myself from what I had done. I felt like a complete asshole. I couldn't sleep and ended up torturing myself all night thinking about it. I wanted Charlotte again. I craved her. Yet, the guilt of
They had done an excellent job of limiting any marks or tracks someone could follow, but Charlotte's scent made it easy for me to chase her band of mercenaries down. I wanted to shift to get there faster, but I knew a bear sprinting through the woods would be louder and catch more attention than a
Her cheeks lit up in a soft pink glow as she smiled larger than I had ever seen. "You were worried about me. You came after me." "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I come after you? I needed to make sure you were okay, Charlotte." My voice lowered as I began walking her backward and out of the way of a
Charlie's P.O.V. Damien had walked with us back to camp, and I could practically taste the dread bubbling up and poisoning my good mood. I could feel how bothered he was, but I wasn't ready to bring him into that part of my world. He was learning who I was as a person. My crown wasn't tainting his
"Yeah, I got that. Goodnight." I gaped at him as he turned and walked away, crossing the makeshift bridge before I could collect myself to stop him. "We all have secrets, Damien. One day, you will know all of mine, and I hope to know all of yours." I waited a moment longer, staring at his back as
Damien's P.O.V. She was angry. Charlotte was glorious when she was angry. Charlie. I kept having to remind myself that she was Charlie, not Charlotte. I didn't know who Charlotte was. The woman that was able to cause a stir in town just by being recognized was a mystery to me. I thought I had know
"Have you ever dealt with one of these before?" Roman asked, falling back until he was in line with me at the back of the pack. I hadn't intended to get involved. I just wanted to watch. As Barley had put it, I wanted to see another side to her, another piece of the puzzle that was Charlie. But I h
Granted, whoever tried to create and tame this one was probably dead, but knowing most of these creatures were designed as weapons and then set loose on the world was a real thorn in my paw. The men let out a loud sound in an uneven round that knocked the troll's equilibrium off. The creature shook