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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.

the blanket over him and turned to go, but then I noticed his gloves were on the floor next to the coffee table. I wasn’t sure if they’d always been there or if I’d inadvertently knocked them

it to

was just about to set them back on the table when I heard a rough

saw the hint of

my permission?” No longer peacefully slumbering, Prince

his gloves on the

have

on me involve

I had covered him with away, he dragged his hands over his face, and I just stood there, not able to

thought his gloves shouldn’t be on

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

“Who are you, anyway, woman? And why are you always there every goddessdamn

question was muttered under his breath, so I wasn’t sure if I should answer him or just keep quiet,

I said, simplifying my

eyes seemed to open slightly

steps. He must not have liked that response.

me, stood up and stepped closer. Somehow, I managed to hold my

who you are 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 near me

me to regain the ability to speak. I managed to say, “Yes, Your Highness.” And he backed away a step

everyone wanted to be near him all the time, so much so that we’d risk everything to be in his presence? The nerve this man had. I hadn’t chosen to win that stupid contest or be named

 were standing, not allowing myself to show my fury. I needed to be careful, for my

mood was still dark as he said,

do anything without

my throat, I replied, “Yes, Sir,” and waited, not

room, so I peeked up slightly, and saw he was staring at 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

“Get out. Now.”

him immediately, and I took a few hurried steps toward the door. But then, I realized, knowing what I did about the prince, he wasn’t likely to seek

look as if he regretted that he didn’t silence me forever just now, but before he

the trouble King Sebastian and Beta Xavier had gone to in order to bestow this position upon me, the prince wasn’t likely to strike me down