King's POV
King's confusion towards Maryanne only grew with every night that he spend investigating.
He left his office once again like he had been doing for the past four days at night. His blood rushed to his eyes making it painful to focus on anything. He hadn't slept for days now. He spend hours investigating, looking through hard drives again and again and copying information.
Once he was done, he would find himself in front of her cell.
The first few days he was afraid he was sleepwalking, but later he gave up on that assumption because it was very obvious he knew where he was going and what his destination was.
He battling his beast for a taste of her sinful lips. His conscience stopped him everytime his beast raised to the surface, it was bad enough he stole a kiss everytim
