Sarah’s POV
In the garden, I lightly touched my face, blotting away beads of sweat. I fanned myself. Holy moly, I couldn’t believe that just happened.
“A princess, I don’t believe it,” he said in a cutting tone.
“Why is it so hard to believe?” I turned toward him, hand on my hip. I was vibrating—everything about this man I hated.
He shrugged. “This is all so confusing.” His brows stitched together in a hard frown.
“You faked your death to escape me. Didn’t you?” he ground out.
My simmering anger reached for him, and I slapped him with everything I had. Not caring that he was here for peace, not caring that he was seeking a bride. He had been my friend, my protector for years, and he turned on me the second he found out I was a vampire. How could he be here now, wanting a vampire br
