Enrique's POV
It was yet another cold night in my bed, and a woman was lying next to me, but I've never felt colder or lonelier.
I get out of bed and go to my studio. I grab my painting brush and close my eyes, painting how I imagine Princess Scarlett to be—beautiful forest eyes, silk curly dark hair, and a curvy body. Warmth spreads in my heart as I continue to paint her, and my Lycan is at ease now. He hates that we can't find her. I've sent warriors and trackers to look for her pack, but it's futile due to the spell the evil wizards have placed around it.
I feel arms around my waist, and I turn around, looking at Mary. She and I have been close friends, and she knows better what I'm going through. I smile and allow her to take me away from the studio.
"So tell me, why did you come here this late?" I ask, she snarls, and goes to the mini-bar
"fucking Erickson," she sneers, and I chuckle. She and Erick were nemesis but are now sleeping together!
"What happened?"
