The Earl in My Bed: a Forgotten Princesses Valentine Novella
“Or his smug tone. He meant she had not changed. In his eyes, she was the little heathen he’d always judged her to be.
Still fuming over his offer to compensate her for attending to Brand, her friend, she ignored the voice inside her that insisted she apologize.
“On the contrary.” She nodded, her fury still smoldering. “Things change all the time. People change.” She very deliberately raked him with her gaze. “They become worse.”
More arrogant. More unbearable.
He dropped his hand from his face, his seawater eyes frigid as they roamed over her.
With a hot exhale, she nodded stiffly. “Good day, my lord.”
She strode past him, her strides cutting angrily as she began to descend the hill. That had gone even worse than she imagined possible. She had actually struck him. She would need to apologize. Only not now. Now she couldn’t. She simply had to get away.
His deep voice called after her, “Do you not even care enough to inquire after Owen?”
It was the one question that could stop her in her tracks.
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