Primrose stepped out of the bathroom half an hour later feeling very exhausted.
That had been some mental gymnastics she had done about an hour ago.
She definitely had many reasons to leave this marriage now. No. This was not for her. The Ice god would find another wife more suited for him. It was definitely not her.
She froze.
He was seated on the bed, dressed in nicely tailored pants and a white dress shirt.
“Take it off.” He pointed to her bathrobe.
“What?” She stared at him.
He was clutching something round she could not clearly see in his fist.
“Take. Your. Bathrobe. Off. Primrose.”
“I am not an idiot.” She found herself saying before she could hold her lips.
“You’re sure?” he said. Her mouth fell open. Did this man really just insult her? Then she saw his eyes crinkling
