Chapter Thirty-Four
Nadaria had the dress laid out on Sorin’s bed, inspecting it. After the nausea she’d experienced yesterday when hugging the maids, she was wary to put it on. She placed her hands on either side of it, and leaned over, studying every flower and swirl. Witchcraft could be sneaky. A hidden rune symbol in the pattern would be all it took to affect her focus. The bathroom door opened, and she glanced sideways at Sorin, but turned her attention back to the dress. He passed by behind her, and she sucked in a breath when his hand smacked with a sharp slap on her left butt cheek. Heat rushed her face when he lingered, squeezing and growling low in his chest. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, biting her tongue. His eyes, already heated, flashed with fire. “Don’t you look at me lik
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