With the doors slammed behind her, Evanna leaned against them; her breathing was heavy as though she had been sword fighting for hours. She closed her eyes to calm her thunderous heart, only to snap them open once again after visualising prince Arawn behind her eyelids.
Yes, he's handsome, now move on, Evanna.
Pushing off from the doors, Evanna sighed and shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts of the elven prince. She walked forwards and collapsed on the bed, rolling over so she faced the canopy of the bed, her arms flung by her head, and her dark locks fanned out beside her.
Her mind was still consumed by thoughts of Arawn. As much as she tried, she could not shake him off. She could not fathom her own bodily reactions to such a ruthless man.
