"Don't worry, I will be gentle." He whispered into her left ear.
The thought of what was going to happen to her was like a needle jabbing at her skin. A scream jumbled up her throat but her voice was frozen.
His lustful gaze didn't cease to admire her body, and it seemed that he now wanted it bare. Gael tried to take off her dress carefully but his now claw-like nails tore it into two in the process.
Gianna wanted to plead with him not to do it but her voice was still frozen in her throat.
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Prince Ian paced back and forth in his room. Despite having taken a bath he felt like her scent was all over him.Something wasn't right. He could feel it.
Could it be the green-eyed witch?
He decided to go see her and warn her. Her magic wouldn't work on him. At least not again. He had nearly given in to his desires.
He had never been able to smell a woman's scent for that long. It had to be her magic. But what was she up to?
