Chapter 40
"I could recall giving you clear instructions to get lost, Roselyn," King Lucien's deep voice was cold and harsh as he snapped at her.
His sharp eyes narrowed down at her hands, mid way from reaching out to him, jaws clenching in painful restraints.
"And I gave you the space you clearly needed," Rose dared to counter, and then her voice dropped low, almost pleading, "I know we probably need to talk about the..."
"I have no intention to discuss any thing with you, Rose!" His tone was sharp and direct, "Get the hell out, or I might do something you would regret."
Roselyn's mouth clamped shut immediately. Stunned.
Hot rage burned in her. She felt this was uncalled for, but she didn't dare say a word.
You were never like this, Lucien. She almost muttered, the words at the tip
