Gin's back touched the cold wall. Her heart was pounding.
Drakovitch leaned closer, his presence overwhelming in the narrow space between them. For a moment he simply studied her face again, as if confirming something to himself.
Gin's breath caught. Her pupils were blown wide from the king's scent, her body reacting faster than her mind.
"No… no no no…"
She shook her head hard, forcing herself to focus again. Her voice came out breathless.
"My king… this is not what you think. No, I—"
Drakovitch started to kissed her. It wasn't a king's kiss; it was a beast's. It was hard, crushing, and desperate. Gin's head hit the stone, and a low, involuntary moan escaped her throat. As the King's tongue moved against her skin, licking the line of her neck, Gin's eyes drifted to the side.
There, in the moonlight, she saw Shuna.
