Chapter Eleven
Arthur’s grip on Morgan’s forearm was ironclad. He tried to tell himself to gentle his touch, to not scare her. But what he really wanted to do was shake her.
And so his fingers dug into the flesh of her armpit. It couldn't be helped. He frogmarched Morgan out of the ballroom and into the Throne Room. It was the first time in his life that he’d manhandled a witch.
What had he been thinking asking her to marry him? And in such a public fashion. Morgan had always been ornery and unpredictable. She'd likely said no just to spite him.
The problem was she didn't have a choice. Neither of them had a choice any longer. Not now that they'd been caught in an embrace. Not once, but twice.
Arthur had strung up men for less, for daring to defile a lady under his care. And now he wa
