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Chapter 10 A Night in the Prince’s Bedroom

No one answered.

I stuck my head in and noticed it was dark inside. He wasn’t there?

It should’ve been reason enough for me to close the door and prepare for bed, but once again, curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself creeping into his room.

A chill went down my back and through my arms at the temperature of the room. It was much colder than my own room had been, colder than any other part of the castle.

The prince’s bed was empty, the dark blue bedspread still tucked up into place. My eyes wandered across the rest of the room when a rustling sound behind me made me almost jump.

I snapped around and spotted Prince Theo sitting on the couch in the dark. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

My immediate reaction was to get down on my knee and announce myself, but then I heard the faint sound of even breathing.

I looked up and realized that he wasn’t awake. His head was tipping to the side and only a thin stream of moonlight illuminating his slumbering form!

My feet were light on the carpet as I approached, wondering what a man like him must dream about. In his mind’s eye,

right now, was he slaughtering other wolves, or was he envisioning himself in a peaceful meadow with a beautiful young lady? Not me, obviously.

In the moonlight, without the scowl on his face, I could see him more clearly than I had before. His dark eyes were closed, so I could focus on his other features-the perfect slant of his nose, the way his jaw was set so squarely, almost perfectly.

I also noticed how masculine the bit of shadow that covered his chin looked with his dark hair. If he always looked this peaceful, perhaps he wouldn’t be quite so terrifying.

Standing in his room staring at him was probably not part of my new duties, but it was chilly in the room, so I decided the least I could do was toss a blanket over him. His demeanor might be cold, but his body didn’t need to be.

I moved to grab a quilt off of the back of a chair and noted he wasn’t wearing the gloves he usually had on. His fingers were long and slender, glowing pale in the moonlight.

I knew the strength of those hands as I had seen him crush bone and rip out tendons with them only a few days ago, but they looked innocent enough now that they were exposed.

gloves were on the floor next to the coffee table. I wasn’t sure if they’d always been there or if I’d

it to

when I heard a rough voice demanding, “What are you doing

and saw the hint of

permission?” No longer peacefully

put his gloves on the coffee table and

“Since I have been assigned as your personal attendant,

on me involve touching my

his hands over his face, and I just stood

thought his gloves shouldn’t be on the floor where

he needed to hear though. I waited, wondering if I should just go or if he would call the guards in to

And why are you always there every goddessdamn time I

question was muttered under his breath, so I wasn’t sure if I should answer him or just keep quiet, but when he looked at me, I thought I should say

girl,” I

he paused, his eyes seemed to open slightly wider. “What did you

back a few steps. He must not have liked that

up and stepped closer. Somehow,

or why you’re here, but from now on, if you’re to be my personal attendant, you don’t do a damn thing without my express consent. I don’t want you anywhere

as he waited for me to regain the ability to speak. I

I couldn’t help the anger that was beginning to replace my fear. Just who did he think he was, assuming everyone wanted to be near him all the time,

coffee table where we were standing, not allowing myself to show my fury. I needed to be careful, for my own sake, and for my pack’s. I needed to get out of

as he said, slowly, “You must learn

anything without my

replied, “Yes, Sir,” and waited, not

the spot where his gloves rested on the table, as if he wanted them. However, I didn’t move to get them for him for fear he’d only lose his cool again. I wanted him to dismiss me so I could run back to my room and pound the pillows with

“Get out. Now.”

toward the door. But then, I realized, knowing what I did about the prince, he wasn’t likely to seek me out to

of my bravery, I asked, “Your Highness,” His threw me a look as if he regretted that he didn’t silence me forever just now, but before he could make a sound, I quickly blurted out, “-might I

with all of the trouble King Sebastian and Beta Xavier had gone to in order to bestow this position upon