She dismounted from the horse and moved closer. The Prince’s condition was worse than hers. His hands were stained red, his breaths heavy and uneven. He was still furious. His growls and roars sent fear rippling through every man present.
She took steady steps forward.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t afraid—she was. Even though she knew it was Prince Ashok she was facing, she understood better than anyone that he was not a man who teased lightly. Not a man who touched without intent. Not someone who embarrassed her or sought contact for amusement. He was not a man who demanded her presence at all times.
He was a beast.
A beast forged by himself—for her.
A creature that knew nothing but blood.
Revenge in his mind.
Death in his hands.
But what she stood for was not a simple desire.
She wa
