Shyla’s P.O.V.
“Are you feeling alright, Shyla?”
Our car came to a grating stop as Beta James pulled a handbrake in front of the Castle and turned,
“Do you need to see a doctor?”
His caring attention received a burning glare from King Maddox, but he was unfazed, only concerned about my well-being. I hardly gulped a lump in my throat and spoke carefully.
“Thanks, Beta James. I am feeling well.”
King Maddox acted like a good mate and kissed my forehead.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, Kitten.”
He hadn’t confiscated my cell phone, so this permission sounded like a great favor, I thanked him as well. Without any further delay, I was escorted to my room safely, where Moira was waiting for me.
“Thank Goddess, you’re back. It’s really a relief to see you alive
