Reign:
The sun had been sinking for a while, casting long, liquid shadows across the sand. I let her stew. That was half the fun. Eleanor Windsor-Sinclair. My new bride in name, my challenge in every way that mattered. She’d retreated to the edge of the shoreline, arms crossed over her chest, a slight frown pulling at her perfect face. The wind tangled her hair around her shoulders. The sun gilded her skin, made her glow like the world itself couldn’t touch her.
And I had a very, very bad idea.
I walked along the sand, slow, deliberate. Let the warmth of the sun on my skin calm me. Calm enough to think, calm enough to plan. And I did. My plan was wicked. Perfectly awful.
By the time I circled around behind her, I was practically vibrating with anticipation. I threaded my feet through t
