Kyson POV

I had n idea what came over me; I almost attacked her. Her heat is still intense despite her no longer suffering its effects. I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I would have bent her over my desk if she didn’t leave. It took twenty minutes before I calmed enough to shift back. I snatch the bottle of whiskey off the lamp table and swig from it.

“You b****y idiot, are you trying to get yourself k****d!” I snap at him.

“I’m sorry, I thought you had control, or I wouldn’t have grabbed her,” I click my tongue and curse, shaking my head before tipping the bottle to my lips.

“Just let me explain to her,” Damian says and I shake my head. “No, I want her to give herself to me when she wants to, not because she feels forced because my life is at risk,” I tell him.

“Kyson?”

“The injection only lasts two days. We have some leeway. Azalea will change her mind,” I tell him, not so sure she would.

“And if she doesn’t?” I bite the inside of my lip.

“She will,”

“If she doesn’t, I tell her,” he snarls, and I growl at him.

“You d*e, then what? You let her live with that guilt. No one can protect her the way you do, Kyson. Think it through.”

“I don’t want her to feel obligated,” I tell him.

“I won’t let you d*e, and neither will she!” he snaps. Damian tosses me some pants and a shirt, realizing l was still naked. I take them, slipping them on and doing up the buttons. “We should leave. I want to get back before tomorrow,”

“We shouldn’t go, not while you’re like this,”

keys. We are leaving,” I tell him, grabbing my wallet off the desk and stuffing it into my pocket. I push the doors open and walk out toward the front of the castle. I needed to be away from her for a little

reach the door, I stumble, vertigo washing over me, and the room tilted and slanted, making me stumble. My hand goes out, catching myself on the wall before I pass out. A cold sweat

grips my upper arm, I blink, trying

his hand off. “I’m fine, we will be gone only 12 hours max, plenty of time, and

but says nothing as

be here before

Azalea POV

knock on the door. I looked toward it before hearing the

my lip between my teeth as I got to my feet and walked over to the door. I twisted the lock

and I nod, slipping out the

out. You can see it all sealed,” she says, pointing to the jams and spreads, and I nod before grabbing a butter knife. Clarice hands

in mind, but Kyson doesn’t want you eating anything unless he or Damian prepared it,” Clarice tells me, and I nod before taking a bite of my sandwich. I started packing the spread and bread away while

have food on my face?” Shaking my head, I turn my attention

to help me outside?” Clarice asked. Smiling, I nodded. Anything was better

in her room,” Trey says with

King. He has no reason to worry,” Clarice

took over from Dustin. Not like she can drive on out here

can’t drive,” I tell

out is to drive out the front gates. Unless you used the back exit, but no one

her plate and places a hand on

to give her ideas?” Clarice asked,

couldn’t drive. Besides, there are guards at the front gate. She would never get past them. I was just saying he was worrying

they stare at each other. “Is

had nothing to do with that. I get you don’t like me, but I would never place you in harm’s way, my Queen. Dustin and I just have history,” Trey says. And

“Pardon?” I ask.

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