She understood why the crowd had seemed to become so quiet when he entered the town.
She should be terrified, but she wasn't trembling in fear.
Alice was itching to get down and rush to him.
Laurel pressed her thighs together as he spoke, embarrassed and thrilled by how rich his voice was, dripping with sensual knowledge and warmth.
How was she supposed to speak to him if his voice was enough to make her wet and willing?
"Oh, yes..." She cleared her throat.
"I-It's Laurel."
"Laurel is a lovely name... I am Adolph Raymond. Please, call me Adolph."
Soldiers came after him, "Your Majesty, what"
Laurel's heart skipped a beat and fear seized her. He stiffened, he must have smelled her apprehension and fear.
Adolph Raymond? The king of the werewolf kingdom? Basil's father?
Quickly, the similarities seemed to scream at her. Basil had his father's hair, but Adolph's hair was lighter in color.
Why would the goddess do this to her? How could she?
