CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sam walked the grounds of Versailles alone, trying to collect his thoughts. He walked down an ambling path, twisting and turning its way through perfectly trimmed hedges. Ever since he’d met Kendra, he had been able to think of little else. There was something about her: she was so young, and her skin was so smooth and flawless, and her aqua eyes completely hypnotized him. When she looked at him, with the full power of those eyes on him, he had been able to think of nothing else.
And even now, after an entire day had passed since he’d seen her, he still could think of little else. He was intoxicated by her.
He had been shown his room, and was still waiting for Aiden to summon him, and in the meantime, he didn’t know what else to do, other than wait. So he had shown hims
