I glared at him with hatred. If I ignore his attitude, he was hottie. But he hates me, and likes the heroine.
"That would have been disastrous for all of us—the court would erupt in wild gossip by dawn, the mages would start questioning loyalties and stability, and the entire empire's fragile balance would crack wide open under a torrent of damaging whispers," Elowen smirked at me, rubbing chin with a provocative look."
"So, you kidnapped me?!" I yelled at him, pointing my finger at me. Did he think that I am an abandoned doll who could be picked up by anyone?
"Someone had to step in, act decisively, and handle the cleanup discreetly before the scandal spread like wildfire."
"Why do you suddenly care what happens to me like that, Elowen?" I snapped back, my voice sharper and more edged with defiance than my battered, throbbing body felt capable of mustering, rubbing my sore ass harder under the covers for a bit of stubborn, grounding comfort amid the rising tension.
