~Aiyana~
I considered faking my own death seriously. I lay in that bed for a full ten minutes after Lucien left, calculating whether I could convincingly pretend to have come down with some mysterious illness that required complete isolation for the next... forever.
But my wolf was useless. Instead of sharing my mortification, she was practically purring like a cat who'd gotten into the cream.
He watched us, she hummed. He liked what he saw.
"Shut up," I muttered. "This is your fault."
You're the one who dreamed about him.
I threw the covers over my head and screamed into the pillow.
A maid had knocked twice already, gently reminding me that breakfast would be served soon and that the king and his mother were expecting me.
I dragged myself to the bathroom and caught my reflection i
