CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

NORA'S POV

"What!" I gasped as I watched him rake his fingers through his hair.

"You are so naughty," Affirming, he jerked my head in the direction of his chest.

"I had no idea," He lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug while I turned my face away; he was so naughty.

But if that is actually what he wants, I will gladly show him how much I love him tonight.

I didn't know anything about it, but if I made the first move, he would take over.

We emerged from the dining hall, greeted by the soothing glow of torches that lined the hallway. The warm sunlight created deep shadows on the granite walls, making the pair appear larger than life.

Horace, in his gigantic figure with broad shoulders and shimmering muscles, led the way with my curvy waist in his hold.

Some guards bowed to us before walking by, their gaze fixed on me.

Who would actually do such a thing?

Horace would spare no time beheading them.

Some of them referred to me as a gorgeous and attractive woman with bright and intelligent