>>Enya
"You have one job," Emrys said, his voice too casual for what he was about to drop like poison.
I sat stiffly on the edge of the couch in his study, my limbs still aching from the stone floor of the dungeon. My dress was filthy, torn at the hem, and I could feel the grime of the cell still clinging to my skin. The warmth from the fireplace was the only kindness in the room—and it wasn't his.
"What?" I snapped, glaring at him through strands of unwashed hair.
The maid silently placed a tray of warm food on the small table beside me, then disappeared like a ghost sensing a storm.
Emrys folded his arms and leaned against his desk, eyes glinting green like a serpent ready to strike. "Seduce the wolf in the dungeon," he said flatly. "Get him to imprint on you."
I stared at him, stunned for a heartbeat. Then revulsion twisted in my gut.
"You want me to—" I rose to my feet. "Are you out of your damn mind?"
