Killian's POV.

“Let go of me! I said let go!” I heard Lovena yell.

I turned toward the entrance of the stable just in time to see Ronan stride in with two guards flanking him and gripping Lovena by each arm.

She thrashed in their hold like a deranged cat. Her platinum blonde hair was tousled, and her dress, too revealing, as always was now wrinkled from the struggle.

“Release her,” I ordered flatly.

The guards instantly let her go, and she stumbled forward. Without wasting a second, she threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my waist, her lips pouted like a sulking child.

“They manhandled me, Killian,”...