Chapter 161

Vetta was seething as she walked out of the bedroom. Suddenly, she wished she had never gone there. She wished she had never heard the breathless mumbles, and never glued her ear to the door to decipher the things they said. She wished she had never been curious.

“Good night, Mistress.” A maid greeted her with a bow as she passed.

Vetta only glared daggers at the maid and marched past her. What was so good about the night!?

There was nothing—absolutely nothing!—good about this night!

Danika was right inside that bedroom.

The king drew sexual pleasures from her body and sated himself in her. During courting season. Not only that, but he was also saying such ridiculous words to Danika that she never expected him to say.

Words she kept hoping the king would say to her!

Vetta whirled around and glared at the hallway that led to the king’s chambers. She was raging. A new urgency filled her. Over her dead body would he be able to keep that witch c