When Liam emerged from the shower, Tatiana was feigning sleep.
Get your breathing under control, woman, she told herself as she tried hard to appear calm and serene.
“Just so you know, koroleva,” he began, a hint of humor in his tone, “I have never forced a woman to come to my bed.”
No use pretending to be sleeping. He was obviously aware she wasn’t.
“Meaning?” She asked, her back to him.
Never show your enemy your back. Do not give them the slightest opening, was what she was taught during her training.
And it took her every ounce of willpower not to turn around to face her fated-s***h-arranged mate.
She wasn’t scared of him. Hell, if she were to be honest, she was much more afraid her wolf would take control again at the sight of him fresh out of the shower.
Her wolf purre
