She stood there with her hand clamped over her mouth like a breathtaking fool.
She had let him ridicule her like she was a… wanton woman.
No, 'whore' was a better word to describe how she had behaved.
How dare he come into her room, touch her so intimately and leave like that?
Just like that.
The urge to scream his name or march to his room and let him know how displeased she was with his actions was overwhelming.
But she did none of those things. She just stood there facing the wall and breathing louder than a blacksmith could pound iron.
What had happened to her pride?
But more importantly, what was he doing in Penbrook?
No one had informed her of his arrival.
What could have brought the almighty King of Reden to her humble abode?
Was he looking for her?
The thought brushed past as quickly as it had come. She knew him… more than she cared to admit. And, it was not in his nature to leave his work to tend to personal things.
