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I see him staring at my now bared chest, his mouth softly agape. I was completely naked with him in the lagoon last night, but I guess he didn’t really get a good look. There’s a certain power in rendering this huge, formidable prince speechless, but I’m still mad at him. So, I throw Az’s shirt at his stupid, handsome face.
Kiahn grunts disapprovingly. And his frustration only grows when he realizes he can’t quickly swipe the offending shirt off his head because the thing got all caught up in his horns. By the time he breaks free of it, I’m already tightening the ties on his own shirt on me. We stare at one another until the eye contact itself feels like a challenge.
“Where is the girl?” I ask, crossing my arms.
Kiahn blinks, and seems to finally realize that I’m a
I debate on my answer. She might have. But was I listening? Was I asking for clarification? Or did I just want this whole contract signing thing to be over and done with already?
I don’t know.
And I don’t want Vel to get into trouble.
In the end, I elect to keep my mouth shut, making Kiahn sigh. He takes a step forward, but I take a step back - an act that doesn’t go u
“She was what? A sex slave you have hidden away from me?”
“What?! No!” That got his attention. And I won’t lie; his instant dismissal goes some way to calm a part of my brain that had started to question whether I trust this man at all. “It was you, Niska. You!”
I open my mouth, but shut it again pretty damn quickly.
Am I still drunk?
“Explain.”