OLIVIA BURNS

I gasped loudly, feeling the air that had been building in my chest pass through my lips as the world came into focus around me.

“What the hell,” I groaned, whimpering and clutching my sides where a dull throbbing had started, my eyes widening when the memory of everything that had passed rushed back to me.

I was alive, with all my extremities.

I smelled the dark Prince before his deep voice filled the room, the scent of our wood and male musk. He smelled rich, powerful.

“Your Highness, she’s awake!” A woman’s wispy voice came from somewhere beside me so that I craned my neck to catch...