CHAPTER THIRTY.
I kissed the man I swore I’d kill one day.
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My heart won’t settle.
When I broke off our kiss, neither of us moved. Even the air is still like it’s holding its breath. My hand is still at the back of his head, and my toes are cramping from being on tiptoe, but I stay like that for a moment longer, unsure what happens next.
King Sven's golden eyes look different now. There's less fire in them and more of surprise. Or maybe confusion. He’s breathing like he just ran a mile, but he doesn’t say anything. Fangs retreating as he just stares at me like I’ve done something he hasn’t figured out how to process yet.
Which makes two of us.
I don’t even like him. Right?
The kiss was not planned. Not even remotely. It just happened. And the only reason it happened was because
