Forbidden Affair with a Diva
His hands were clenched into his fist, a clear sign of fuming rage.
The king was only a puppet, a veneer of authority he wielded as he please.I turned back to Lord Crisent as I read the room.
The man’s gaze still mixed with cold rage and animal instinct. His werewolf eyes glowing with dangerous intensity “Careful what you wish for little girl" the masculine growl released from his voice.
I remained poised, settled into the chair and let out a mocking smirk.
“ The immunity is granted” the king decrees and his aura flares back to life. I noticed his trembling, sweat drops down his wrist to the ground.