Tempting the Wrong Prince
I wanted him to feel the sting of betrayal too.
“You don’t have a say in this,” Ivana snapped.
“Perfect,” I said, smiling like venom. “Then don’t ask me to be your puppet. I won’t stand before the press. And if you try to force me, I’ll create a scandal that will stain your precious crown forever.”
For the first time, I saw it, a flicker of fear in Ivana’s eyes. Quickly masked, but there.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.
“Oh, but I would,” I whispered, stepping closer until I could feel the heat of her anger. “And you of all people should know exactly what a scorned woman is capable of.”