Kira’s POV
We made it to the royal wing in no time.
Adrian kicked the door open with his boot like he was storming a battlefield. Victoria trailed behind us, her footsteps hesitant and quiet, like she was trying to blend into the wallpaper.
He didn't say a word the whole way despite my protests, just marched on while I dangled over his shoulder, my face hot from the blood rush and the sheer embarrassment of it all.
Finally, he set me down on the plush rug in the middle of the room, gentle enough that I didn't stumble, but firm like he was planting a flag. I straightened up immediately, smoothing my dress and glaring daggers at him.
"What the hell was that?" I snapped, hands on my hips. "You think after one quick screw in the woods, I suddenly belong to you? Parading me around like so
