The weather was chilly at night since it was early spring. The palace was bustling as the night lit with music. Everyone was having a merry time.
Alfonso was plagued by worry. Abrielle had disappeared from the banquet hall, but her carriage was still within the palace walls. He wondered where she disappeared.
Another noticeable observation was that Cedric skipped out on the celebration. Why did he have the bad feeling they were together? His mouth got bitter, wondering what a married man and woman could be doing.
Unfortunately, to him, his fears were true because things were about to get heated up. Abrielle's breath was caught in her throat her legs pressed against each other. His words turned her on so badly. She was looking forward to the torture completely lost in their world.
She scoffed at him, "You are crazy. Why does the thought of torturing another make you excited?" She sneered at him. Clenching the covers tightly on her chest as her last shield.
