ISABELLA
“You don’t have to walk me all the way to the infirmary, I can go by myself...”
“I’m sorry, Miss Olivan, but His Majesty told me I had to make sure you got there,” the man who’d been waiting for me in the hallway by the motocross track answered.
I nodded, not wanting to make things harder on him, and was grateful when he stepped away from the car so I could get out.
I tugged the hem of my skirt down, trying not to flash the mysterious treasure hidden under it... basically, I wasn’t wearing panties and my f*****g p***y was out.
A certain prince wasn’t tormented enough to forget taking a souvenir.
I followed the man in silence, walking from the parking lot to the clinic.
My head was still spinning, my stomach too, and my whole body ached like I’d been run over by a steamrolle
