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“You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
I jerked my gaze away and Dacre’s eyes locked onto mine, and I could see something veiled flickered in their depths.
Our world was filled with cruelty, and guilt gnawed at me knowing that it was because of him that brutality and anguish thrived in our kingdom.
Despite the fact that Dacre was an ass, it was impossible not to notice how infuriatingly handsome he was.
It was the first time I had been kissed, and it was nothing like I expected. I had dreamed of this moment for years, but somehow, this was more.
But it hadn’t been enough. And I hadn’t healed anyone since. Not until Nyra.
I was a traitor. A traitor to my family, a traitor to my kingdom, and he would despise me when I became an even bigger traitor to him.
I was the true heir to my father’s throne, and despite how he was touching me last night, I knew that he would raise a dagger to my neck if he knew.
His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them, and it was impossible not to be affected by him.
“Is that what you are?” She planted her feet in the sand and stepped away from me. “My enemy?” “If that’s what you want me to be.”
The TENSION!!!!!!
“I’m a traitor of the crown.” I pointed to my chest before grabbing my cloak. “I have no idea who it is you’re betraying.”
“You look so fucking beautiful like this,”
I just wanted him and me. Not a rebel and a princess.
I had just given my virginity to him, all the while he was fucking me for revenge.
