Betty POV
"Stop," Adriel snarled, his fingers digging into my hips before he threw me off his lap.
My skin burned exactly where his hands had been. The rejection tasted like hot copper in the back of my throat. I staggered back against the cold stone wall of the corridor, my chest heaving as I pulled my torn shirt together.
"Why did you let it go that far?" I demanded, my voice cracking in the empty hallway. "You wanted it. Don't lie to me."
"It is neither the time nor the place," he said. His voice was too flat. Too calm. He didn't even look at me as he tucked his shirt back into his trousers. "Move. The library is this way."
"You are infuriating," I spat, but I forced my feet to move, trailing two steps behind his massive frame.
The heavy oak doors of the royal library loomed ahead
