23. Genevieve

“I’ve told you already I’m not a princess,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

His hand ran through the length of my ponytail making me curse my body’s instant reaction. The sensation of his fingers threading through my blonde locks had me pushing my thighs together.

I’ve got to keep a clear head.

I can’t just give in to that magnetic, screw-me-til-I-pass-out connection we share.

“I would call flouncing out of the castle, knowing a killer is out there without telling me the fucking definition of princess.”

Surrounded by trees and a narrow trail path there was no sign of anyone. I should be looking for Skye but instead I’m here.

Spinning round, fuelled by irritation. “Hey don’t you dare give me grief for vanishing!” I gasped as he placed a thick, strong arm either side of me, pinning me between him and the bonnet of the grey truck.

Covered by only a black t-shirt I could see every bit of rippling strength along with arms and shoulders. His black eyes were steady, intensely focused on