Liam had to step out of Amelia's bedchambers quickly for he couldn't handle her innocent stare being filled with longing, a longing she might not understand fully to begin with. He, on the other hand, understood perfectly well what had transpired between them. As usual with chosen brides, blood sharing was so intimate it bordered on the erotic.
How was he to resist her charms? Hell, how did he end up bringing her so soon to the castle, to the other world?
She wasn't ready. Most definitely not ready.
Would she ever be? His mind sneered at him.
She had to become the demon queen, all because she had swept her tongue across his injured finger and licked off the blood there, eighteen years ago.
That wasn't fair. Neither to her, nor to him if he were to be honest.
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