Ivy's POV

I sat back against the bedframe wall. It was one thing to be a royal slave, but another thing entirely to be sick inside the royal home.

I thought I was getting better, until now. Why would the doctor decide to poison me? She sounded so nice, so gentle. Or maybe… maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe it was someone else.

My fingers brushed my lips without thinking—the same lips Lucien had bitten. He had held me so hard, his teeth sinking into me until it was painful… yet strangely ...