Chapter 141
Ciel
What the fuck did he just say?
No.
No, I must have misheard.
"Anyway," the nurse continues, voice maddeningly calm, "with your heat approaching, it will be harder to control your pheromones. Be cautious. Start wearing a collar again, since you're not yet marked."
I stare at him.
My ears ring, a dull rushing sound like blood pounding too close to the surface.
"I know," he adds smoothly, tapping the edge of the tray, "no one would dare touch a prince's lover. But pheromones influence judgment. People make… unwise decisions."
Unwise.
My hands curl into fists at my sides. I force my face into something neutral, something acceptable. If I open my mouth right now, I will say something that will echo through palace corridors for days.
"I'm aware of heat protocol," I say stiffly.
"Of course you are," he replies, smiling faintly. "I only meant to advise."
