Celina took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she stood in the middle of her room, glaring at Julian. Even if she was curious to know if Prince Julian was just going to use her and then betray her just like Cedric did to her, she was mostly interested in staying away from him.
She doesn't want anything to do with those royals.
"Are you done now?" she asked flatly, pulling a long robe over her nightdress. Her wet hair clung to her skin, making her feel colder and more irritated by the second.
"Now that it's over, kindly leave,"
Julian, despite the light nosebleed and soft glow still fading from his skin, just stretched out his arms like he owned the place.
"Leave? I'm not sure I want to," he murmured, sighing happily. "The air smells better here. Just like you. This room feels like a vacation from all the madness in the royal tower."
