Morielle’s face was like on fire. She was completely humiliated. It wasn’t because Prevoya Viarren found them since King Raithen was quick to cover her from anyone’s view and the high priest hadn’t seen anything. But she knew that the latter already knew what just transpired between her and the Naim ruler.
She palm heeled her own forehead, clenching her jaw, for being so gullible to her feelings for the King. He’d be her undoing in the future. She cursed herself for letting another chance of killing him slip away. She just let her lustful body dictate her actions, not her head. Now, when would she have another clear chance to strike and succeed?
“Why are you here? Didn’t I ask you I want to be alone here with Morielle?” King Raithen continued to admonish the high priest, snapping at him.
