Isolde
The feelings pounding through Isolde since she healed in the past few days had gone haywire. Every day she woke up, all she thought about was the lord.
His huge, magnificent frame would fill her mind, making her salivate. She thought about him every minute of the day. Dreamt about him even.
It was hard to stop.
Isolde had once rejected his proposal, but now she was the one targeting Draco. It wasn’t helping that she was in her heat.
It seemed now she was in her heat, Draco’s hotness added a notch. Like his hotness personified.
Isolde would sneak fleeting glances at him whenever he passed by, seemingly unaware of her scorching stares.
Was he really unaware of the way she was looking at him?
Isolde would bet her life that Draco could feel her gaze crawling and tickling h
