Rosalia — POV
My sudden leap knocked breath from my chest, my arms clinging around Cassel's neck as if my life depended on it.
I felt his whole body stiffen.
I mean… every part of him stiffens.
Heat rushed to my face.
Panic, embarrassment, dread—everything collided inside me at once, but I didn't dare move.
Right now, I was clinging to him like a koala—arms wrapped around his neck and my legs locked around his waist.
The position was bold, shameless, mortifying—and absolutely necessary.
"R-Rosalia, get down."
Cassel's voice was deep and rough, carrying a few suppressed emotions.
But I didn't notice the danger hidden in those words.
He wants me to get down?
And leave that seductive fox to claw her way toward him?
In your dreams.
In the original novel, the heroine Mary at least pretended to be sincere and holy…
—Even though she used Cassel and his strength for her benefit, she never cared about his body. At least not enough to drug him.
