Arabella's P.O.V

"Arabella, what the fuck do you think you're doing? I'm the fucking Prince of Dahlia, and you dare to touch me like this." As if his words burnt me, I shot away from him.

He'd never spoken to me like this. Not with such hatred and anger in his voice.

"What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing? Those questions were stupid and weird and out of line." He narrowed his eyes at me and took a step closer, forcing me to back up against the wall.

"I can't believe you just said. How the fuck can say that after what you've done?" He...