The Dragon Prince's Branded Bride: From Family Shame to Imperial Throne

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ards shoved me roughly back into my cramped attic bedroom at the

drakes circle the courtyard outside my window. My escape was de

. The iron bolt slid back, and Brittnie strolled

wn, she looked like a gentle saint,

y dog," Brittnie whispered behind her hand

the bed, my face expr

dropping her sweet mask. "I am here to warn you to stay away from Grant. He l

ly, why are you up in my attic barking like a r

e. Snarling, she raised her ha

swung my free hand, landing a resounding slap a

candlestick off the wooden table and smashed it straight into the first w

utched her swollen red cheek, her voice rising to a shrill s

if you step foot in here again," I said coldly, advancin

ackside, and scrambled out the door on her hands

candlestick onto the floorboards and

the doorframe, blocking it. Grant filled the doorway

ndlestick on the floor before rising to my fa

enge his precious sweetheart?" I

hut behind him and stalked forward, backing me

voice dropping to a dangerous rumble as the heav

ting my chin up to glare into his slit pupils. "In ancient

ancient syllable on my tongue. Grant'

mine, biting my lower lip hard enough to s

th pouring past my parted lips. I pounded my fists against his armored chest, but he caught both

d bodies, sending a dizzying wave of heat down my

chest heaving against mine as his thumb roughly wiped the b

r of my dress, baring my collarbone, and he pressed his pa

e, no smell of burning flesh rose in the room-only a blinding

iolently, but Grant's heavy frame pinned me flat agai

ke a living thing, carving intricate ancie

ly, pressing his forehead hard against mine