Chapter 25. Her Plea

Harlyn

My heart pounded erratically as I relaxed into the kiss for a brief second. Stefan’s kiss soothed my mind, and it quickly dissolved into a seething anger that ignited within me like wildfire.

Without hesitation, I pushed him away with a force fueled by betrayal and hurt. Before I could comprehend the gravity of my actions, my hand swung instinctively, delivering a punch that landed squarely on his jaw.

A shocked gasp escaped my lips as I recoiled, my eyes widening in disbelief. I had just punched the king—a reckless act of defiance.

“You’re the king! You’re engaged to marry a princess, and you kiss me?” I spat the words out, my voice trembling with fury and disbelief. “This is over, Stefan! Stay away from me.”

Turning on my heel, I stormed away, my steps fueled by anger and fear. I couldn't bear to face him and whatever punishment and confrontation would come from my impulsive outburst. I've no idea where that anger came from.