CHAPTER THIRTY:
Saphielle's POV:
Seven minutes later…
Alright. That's it, I'm leaving.
But just as I was about to turn, a familiar scent hit my nostrils—smoky and woody, with a hit of spice. A scent I'd unwillingly grown accustomed to.
Suddenly, my pulse quickened. All the fight and anger I had earlier drained out of me.
What the hell is going on?
I stood still, refusing to turn around.
But then, he stepped into my view, a gorgeous smile on his face, green eyes sparkling with an excitement I found stupid because what exactly was he happy about?
“Sorry I kept you waiting, princess.” He stepped closer, stealing my ability to do a basic survival skill like breathing. “You're not upset, are you?”
I know I'm staring at him like a dumbstruck fool. I know I should say something inste
