Bianca
Just before Mason’s lips could touch mine, I slapped him. Hard. So hard, in fact, that the sound echoed through the corridor like a gunshot, and Mason’s head snapped to the side from the force of it.
My palm stung, but damn if it didn’t feel good.
Mason staggered back, his hand flying to his cheek where an angry red handprint was already forming. His eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in fury.
“What the f**k, Bianca?” he snarled, all pretense of charm evaporating in the matter of an instant.
“Don’t you ever dare touch me again,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. If my wolf had been awake, I would have torn his throat out with my teeth. “Don’t speak to me, don’t look at me, don’t even breathe in my direction. I am the future Princess of the Lycan Kingdom, and
