Out in the Manor's woodworking shed, Kaelen was desperately trying to channel his overwhelming frustration into manual labor.
He was attempting to construct a replacement drawer for the heavy mahogany desk he had violently splintered the day before. The King of the North raised the heavy iron hammer, his icy blue eyes fixed on the iron nail.
But as he brought the hammer down, his mind completely, involuntarily flashed back to the breathtaking, flawless curve of Roxy's pale cleavage completely exposed beneath the emerald silk.
The heavy iron head missed the nail entirely, slamming with bone-crushing force directly onto Kaelen's left thumb.
The King of the North simply dropped the hammer onto the workbench with a heavy clatter. He stared down at his rapidly bruising, bleeding flesh, his broad chest heaving with ragged, uneven breaths.
