ISOLDE

“Prince Finni...”

Before I could even finish his name, he pulled me into a dark corner of the hallway. My breath caught in my throat. His hand was firm on my arm, his touch was hot and steady. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears. I was about to ask what he was doing when he suddenly bent close, so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

“What...”

He didn’t let me finish. His lips crashed into mine.

It wasn’t rough, not really… it was desperate. His ...