"Your Highness, the bath is ready. I will help her," Cathy said.
"No, Catherine, I will do it. You can leave now," he said, dismissing her. And as the red-faced Catherine left the bedchamber, Reign took Evie's hand, leading her to the bathing chamber.
He thought that she would at least resist, but no, it was as if she was completely absentminded, so Reign continued.
"Raise your hand," he asked her, and Evie raised both her hands, and he removed her clothes. She stood naked before him, and most of the blood in his body rushed to his head. He blinked, trying to drive the dizziness away.
The rest of the blood in his body rushed to his groin, and his tunic grew tighter. But even though his body burned with lust, the concern he was feeling overpowered it.
"I told you not to go to the party; you refused. Now look at you," he said, kneeling in front of her and placing a kiss on her stomach, and that was enough to get her out of her reverie.
