17 Chapter 17

That last heated kiss, it felt different, almost like a good-by kiss.

Something deep inside me is screaming, making it hard to focus. I feel sick with worry. I am at least dressed now, with basic pants and a black T-shirt that I threw on in a wild frenzy. My hair still wet and I am shaking with fear, apprehension, utter panic. I can feel my eyes cramp as I glance at a soaking wet Ajax, his face intense as he gazes at the locker room door, fixing his pants.

"Red," he whispers, jaw flexing, "No matter what happens after this, you stay strong. Don't let them break you, because they will try."

I squeeze my eyes shut, tapping down my anxiety. "Who's out there? They know what we did? Is it really that bad?"

We had sex?! What's the worse they can do to the crown prince? Slap him on the hand?