Mikhailis broke the kiss first, his forehead resting against hers as he looked into her eyes. His gaze was soft, but there was a knowing glint there, as if he understood exactly what she was feeling—the confusion, the desire, the fear.
"So, Estella," he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper.
"Do we have a deal?"
Estella stared at him, her breath coming in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say no, to push him away, to regain control. But she couldn't.
"Yes, Your Highness," she replied, her voice trembling.
