Chapter 43. Wolfsbane

Xerina’s POV

I stared at the damn parchment in shock and awe. The latter emotion signified how beautiful his writing was, elegant to the point I could lick it. Shock—because there was no way I was going to his damn coronation, where he’d introduce Ruka as his fiancée, and I’d have to watch with a stone on my chest.

That damn brute had to understand I didn’t like playing on the edges of his fingers.

But you did, didn’t you? The voice mocked, and I groaned in frustration before throwing myself onto the bed and growling into the pillows. Why did I have to be the one feeling shame when it should be him? He was the one who kissed me first. It didn’t matter if I felt hot after that or if my desire for him was flaming.

No. No. No.

I shouldn’t think about his hands on me, and definitely not his sinful fingers that made me see stars with my eyes closed. He was a freak behind that façade of being a gentleman. Ramus was anything but that. I wouldn’