"Enough!"
Jared's roar thundered through the palace, rattling the walls and sending a wave of fear through everyone within earshot.
The maids inside his chamber flinched, frozen in place, their hands trembling over the silk sheets and delicate vases they had been arranging. Outside, the guards straightened, exchanging wary glances.
Jared's chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. His nostrils flared.
Her scent.
It wrapped around him like a noose, intoxicating, tormenting.
Georgia.
His jaw clenched, his hands balling into tight fists.
She was here.
His gaze snapped to the nearest maid.
"Where is she?" His voice was low, deadly.
The head maid's eyes widened. She gripped the edge of a silver tray, her fingers white. "YYour Majesty, no one has entered your cham
