Ashley Bowen curled up in Morgan Sinclair's arms, her feet bare and her legs covered in scratches. She turned her head and gazed at the dilapidated North Sector Three in the distance, feeling as if she had been transported to another world.
'This is just like the beginning of a transmigration novel,' she thought. 'The heroine often travels back in time to a deserted palace, one that looks exactly as run-down as this.'
But she knew better than anyone that this was no dream, nor was it a transmigration novel. This was all too real.
Queen Vance had been relatively lenient this time, merely trying to scare her. But there was no guarantee about next time...
Ashley Bowen's gaze fell. Though today's events hadn't caused her any physical harm, they had wounded her deeply.
She looked up at the man she used to despise, puzzled that he had actually saved her today.
What she didn't know was that Morgan Sinclair had come specifically to rescue her...
