Chapter 93 Prince Eric

• Eric stared down at Jane in abject shock, trying to process her words as he took in all the changes she’d manifested in a little under a week. She reeked of Ethan and his mark flared red around the curve of her neck. Her skin was glowing with health, and her cheeks were flushed with color. She was angrier than he had ever seen her, but he also immediately recognized that she hadn’t gotten through her heat on her own. Jealous anger flooded him, rising up to meet her own flaring temper, even though he knew he was in the wrong.
• Glancing down at the papers she was forcing against his hard chest, he pried them free of her clenching fingers and flipped through them, quickly putting together the pieces of the story. “So,” He mused aloud, “Ethan stopped rutting you long enough to have me investigated?”
• “Excuse me?” Jane snarled, “how dare you speak to me that way?”