FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Seventeen
"She will beg for you," murmured Bast.
Smenkare stared at the silver glass and watched Kira tear up her bedroom looking for him. She was crying and screaming. She feared for him. Feared that Bast had done something cruel. It broke his heart to see her so afraid.
"Why did you take me?"
Bast lounged on her chaise in her cat form. She wore nothing over her slightly furred breasts, but a white silk skirt covered her lower half. Well-shaped furred calves peeked out from a side-slit. She looked as she always did--unconcerned and all-knowing.
"I offer you freedom, Smenkare."
Freedom? To be his own man? His own master? To go where he wished and do as he pleased? His heart thudded in his chest. Bast had never offered him freedom. Never.
Bast smiled. "You merely have to make a choice."
Foreboding lodged in his gut. He dared to look her in the eyes. "What choice?"
