POV: Caleb
Gina smelled terrified, and underneath the fear? Was the passion we just shared, and her intense, heady scent.
Mine.
Trey practically purred with savage satisfaction beneath my skin.
“Open the door,” he growled. “Let the princess see exactly who belongs in our chambers.”
Absolutely not, or perhaps absolutely yes. I had not decided yet.
Another knock echoed through the room.
“Caleb?” Lena called again.
Impatience threaded through her voice now, polished and royal and sharp enough to cut skin.
Behind me, Gina stared at me like I personally held her execution papers in my hands.
“I should hide,” she whispered urgently.
The suggestion irritated me instantly.
“No.”
Her eyes widened. “No?”
“You have done nothing wrong.”
“That has literally never stopped nobles before.”
