Chapter 31

A YEAR AND A HALF LATER...

Sally brushed her sweaty palms against her short tweed skirt and cursed herself for not wearing dress slacks. For some reason, the more skin she had exposed in front of the man the more vulnerable she seemed to be. And this wasn’t the time for vulnerability.

She had spent a large part of the night and all morning fretting about the conversation she was about to have with the King of Hazenbak, her employer and the monarch of the country she had...