Jennita’s pov
“Antonio.” My voice was a hushed whisper, betraying the turbulence of emotions that swirled inside of me as I watched him walk in with that arrogant air of his like he was the King himself.
Without realizing I had been holding my breath from shock, I took several steps back, however, when his smirk only seemed to grow as he silently watched me like a predator, an irritated glance flashed in my eyes. “You have the nerve to walk in uninvited into the Queen’s room. What are you doing here?”
I tried to ignore the racing of my heart as I watched him take slow steps towards me, his eyes darkening so I could barely even see the hint of blue in them.
“Antonio!” He had yet to say anything, only slowly closing the distance between us. It was like being in a room with a ticking bomb
