Callum’s POV
Liora stormed down the hall with quick strides, satchel fluttering behind her as she moved. Her amber braid was unraveling with how quickly she escaped, like she was trying to get away—or perhaps had somewhere very important to be.
Either way, I tried to force myself not to look at her, at the perfect curve of her spine, the strong set of her shoulders. Unbidden, I thought back to the night in my library.
She had looked more beautiful then than I wanted to admit, the moonlight catching her eyes, which widened when I’d pulled out a book for her. The way she licked her lips as if hungry for more when I gave her a tidbit of my past.
And then, of course, there was everything that followed.
“This is the type of woman you call ‘Princess’?” she had asked just now
