Cyrus picked up the woman in his arms as he looked at her intensely. The man parted his lips from hers and smiled at Danielle as he waited for her to say anything. Cyrus was sure that Danielle was angry with her for whatever had just happened. But she was not going to say anything to keep herself safe and sound. After all, the walls of Belle Morte were not as simple as they appeared to be.

“What are you doing, your highness?”

Danielle stared at him in shock while she questioned the ...