What just happened?
I leaned against the wall where he had cornered me just moments before. My hands shook as I touched my lips.
No, the question is what almost happened?
My heart raced as if I’d run miles, skin tingling where he touched me, my wrist, my palms sweaty. My pulse still remembered him.
“Get a grip, Gina,” I whispered to myself.
You’re not that girl.
You don’t get involved with princes. It isn’t just dangerous, it’s forbidden. Servants and royals don’t mix, not in this palace.
Even a hint of breaking the rules about class, blood, or the old magics that protect the throne could mean exile or worse.
One cannot live by wanting things you can’t have.
At most, they use us as something to satisfy their needs. I am starting to learn that now, because even my body, my stupid,
