[Astasia’s POV]
A shiver races through me as I don’t miss the promise in Iravan’s words.
He means it. I say silently. And if he would do that to a woman who he announced was meant to be his future queen and the princess of an ally kingdom, then he would most certainly do the same to me whether I’m his mate or not.
I need to be careful. That much was certain. Right now, he was humoring me because he got a kick out of my actions, but one wrong step and…Another shiver races through me and as I wrap my arms around myself, Iravan pulls off his shirt and throws it at me.
Gasping, I catch it and then stare at the fabric in confusion.
“Put it on,” he tells me. “You’re cold, no?”
No. I respond silently, lifting my gaze so that I can take in the man in front of me, and I immediately regret it
