Chapter 48: The Man, The Myth, The Cook
Zayn was speechless.
His pulse thundered in his ears, his hands twitching where they rested on the floor.
The heat from where she had kissed him lingered, not just on his lips, but on his very soul.
He swallowed, feeling the brand pulsing faintly against his neck. It wasn’t painful, but it was definitely there.
"You — " He exhaled sharply. "You tricked me again."
The Witch Princess giggled, tilting her head. "I did ask this time."
"That was not asking!" Zayn hissed, glaring at her.
She tapped her chin, pretending to think. "You did agree to it, though. Voluntarily."
Zayn groaned, throwing his head back against the floor.
’Unbelievable.’
The Witch Princess smirked, standing up and brushing off her skirt. She reached a hand down, offering to help him up.