The Princess's Second Life
“Darius—”
“Go.” His eyes burned, molten gold locked onto hers. She understood then: it wasn’t rejection. It was restraint. If she stayed, if the bond snapped, there would be no hiding it. The palace would ignite in blood before dawn.
She slipped out, every nerve raw, just as Kieran rounded the corner.
Ah, little princess,” he drawled, eyes glittering. “Out for a midnight stroll?”
Elara forced her lips into a calm smile, though her wolf snarled behind her teeth. “The gardens are quieter after sunset.”