Her light eyes locked onto mine, merciless and cold.
She shut the door behind her with infuriating calm.
“So you came for the Compatibility Test,” she said in a low, razor-sharp voice.
She let go of the lapels to tuck her hair behind her ear, and through the gap I got a glimpse of what was under that coat… practically nothing.
Just a tiny red lace lingerie set.
“The prince called me,” I ground out, feeling ridiculous as hell in this situation.
“Of course he did,” she let out a cynical little laugh that made my blood boil. “Good luck getting him hard, though. He’s already nice and satisfied.”
“I’m not here for that…” I shot back immediately, fists clenching as I held her mocking gaze.
“Of course you’re here for that,” she whispered, pure venom dripping into my ear as she brushed pas
