Revenge is what she should have been doing. Not tripping all over herself and falling for the man she should hate. Or running away and hiding like a coward after her heart which had no business yearning for him, had suddenly led her down that path.
Irabel could still see herself tearing her body from Maxith’s arms and running, bringing what had probably been the best day of her life since she’d woken to a disappointing end.
She sighed, earning herself a concerned look from the man draped in a white coat and wearing thick rimmed glasses. A look that reminded her more of Castle Belmont’s librarian than the royal physician.
“Was that too much?” The man paused his little exploration of her ribs, but Irabel waved him to go on. The wave of disappointment in herself that she was enduring was
