She pressed her lips. He was right. She should be concerned about her own mess now. Even if his majesty did not connect Luke's death with her. He would notice that the poison is not affecting her if she saved herself from every trap.
"I need your help." he raised a brow at her tone and laughed.
"I did not sound like a request though." he paused. His eyes tracing the mark on her neck with a new hunger in his eyes.
Now he knew why Gabriella died and how he was walking to his own demise.
"But I will offer it if you offer a good deal." she rolled her eyes at his actions. Even if his eyes were not showing it, she could feel it beneath her skin. The heat, their chemistry and how their bodies carved for each other.
"I need to fall in the traps but i need someone to make sure i will not die." he nodded, satisfied that she deduced the best plan.
The plan he was using for a decade now.
