Frozen by J.E. Taylor

Author:J.E. Taylor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fairy Tale, shape shifter, Magic, paranormal romance, kingdom
Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction
Published: 2018-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

KYLE FOUND ME A SHIRT that I could wear since my dress was a total loss. I used one of his belts to fasten a waistline, and then I stepped back into the bedroom. Kyle sat at the small table in the corner of the bedroom studying Senator Brax’s vile decree.

He glanced up when I entered, and his gaze lingered on my shoulder. Blood had already seeped through the fabric.

He dropped the papers and stood. “I need to patch your wounds.” He crossed, grabbed my good arm, and nearly dragged me into the dressing room.

“I am fine,” I said as he started unbuttoning the shirt. When I knocked his hands away, he grabbed mine.

“You are bleeding,” he said, staring me down.

I couldn’t argue with him, because he was right. The fabric on my shoulder was already tacky. He sat me in the chair and then turned, rummaging through the shelves and grabbing gauze and other items before dumping them next to me. After he took a seat across from me, he raised his eyebrows.

“I can’t very well patch you up through the shirt.”

I rolled my eyes and carefully pulled my arm out of the sleeve, trying to poke my shoulder out of the shirt opening.

“Just take it off,” he said, exasperated.

I was more self-conscious now than when we were ripping each other’s clothing off. I unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way and slid it off my injured shoulder. Heat filled my cheeks and I glanced at the floor.

“Elsa,” he said softly.

I forced myself to meet his gaze.

“You are beautiful with or without clothes. Even blood-smeared as you are, you are beautiful,” he said. The softness in his voice reflected in his eyes for a brief instant. He shook his head as if to clear his own mind, and then focused on my wounds.

When he poured alcohol on my shoulder, I bit my lip to keep from wincing. His cleaning of the cuts was gentle enough for me to wonder why I thought he was such an ass. When my shoulder was bandaged properly, he handed me a different shirt and left me to get myself put together.

“Did you read the fine print?” he asked when I came in, the question clipped. His lips pressed thin and the fire had returned to his gaze.

“What fine print?”

With a laugh, he looked at the paper again. “Senator Brax has this written so that his vote counts when approving a suitor. That old shit certainly covered all his tracks. Basically, he made sure you would have to marry him. There isn’t even an option for you to concede the throne to him as a more palatable choice.” He dropped the paper onto the table and reached for the box of cookies. He tossed the empty box back on the table, his face a mask of disgust.

“You ate all the cookies?” I asked, staring at the empty box.

“Is that really what you should be focusing on?”

His tone reminded me exactly why I thought he was a jerk, and I glared at him.

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