Chapter 78: The Tables Turn
Raphael's lips curled into a wicked smile as he traced a finger down Lirian's exposed collarbone.
The guards looked on, unsure whether to be amused or horrified at their prince's audacity.
"You really thought you could come here and threaten me with mere papers?" Raphael said smoothly.
"Oh, my dear, you underestimate me. Now, let's see how defiant you are without your little tricks."
He stepped closer, his hand moved to the neckline of her dress.
But before he could make his next move, the air around her shimmered like heatwaves.
"What—" Raphael's voice faltered.
In an instant, the soft curves of Lirian's body melted away, replaced by the tall, muscular body of Kael.
His eyes gleamed with the light from the chandelier as he loomed over Raphael, smirking.
"Well, Your Highness," Kael said, mockingly. "This wasn't what you were expecting, was it?"