Chapter 130 “The Beast And His Queen”
- As soon as she stepped into the chamber, the man before her surged forward, restrained only by the clatter of chains that yanked him back. He growled low in his throat, baring his teeth, their faces but inches apart. His eyes, gold and wild, met hers—beast to woman, madness to calm.
- Yet she stood firm, unshaken.
- "Bring me a damp cloth and cold water. His body burns," she commanded.