Liam leaned in closer, he inhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a brief second as if savoring a rare wine.
"Hmmm," Liam murmured, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in his chest. "You smell just like your chemise."
He said it in a low groan that Marissa barely caught, but the implication was clear enough to send a shiver of revulsion down her spine. He had touched her things. He had held the intimate lace against his face. It was a violation so deep it made her skin crawl.
Marissa chuckled. It was a harsh, brittle tone, like glass breaking. She looked at him with open contempt and took some steps back.
"Your Highness truly has impressive methods," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Reaching even into my private chambers. Stealing undergarments and documents like a common thief. Is this how the future King spends his time?"
