Chapter seven.
Melissa Spatiatis.
My hands are on my throbbing chest and my back is against the door. The King’s room is still next to mine, I can run from his presence all I like but I’m only a few steps away from his chambers and in the confines of his castle. I place a hand on my lips, unable to believe what just transpired between us. How did I go from trying to explain that I didn’t try to run away to throwing a knife at him? And how did he go from allowing my treason pass to kissing me?
Kissing me.
The king kissed me. The beast of Gevaudan, the shadow wolf kissed me. His mouth was hot, fervent…when his lips brushed against mine, I couldn’t believe it. King Dimitrio kissed me, a wolfen who threw a knife at him. I slouch to the ground, my hands are still on my lips that are swollen
