Whispers Of Desires: A Sense Of Truth {Book 2}

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚇𝙸𝚅: 𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

Kazi's heart hammered against her ribs as they reached Azrael's chambers. The servant knocked once, and then the prince's booming voice echoed through the door. "Enter!"

Kazi took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter. Pushing open the door, she entered the room, the servant following close behind.

The room was big and white just like the rest of the rooms in the castle. There laid on his bed, Azrael was propped up against a mountain of pillows. He looked bored, even though he was smirking. His long hair was tousled, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

Azrael dismissed the servant with a wave of his hand, and the door clicked shut behind them. A heavy silence descended upon the room, thick with unspoken tension. The air crackled with a strange energy that Kazi couldn't quite place.

"You wanted to see me, Your Highness?" Kazi finally broke the silence, her voice carefully neutral.

Azrael's lips quirked into a smirk. "Indeed, K," he began "There is a...task I require your assistance with."

Kazi braced herself, her mind racing with possibilities, none of them pleasant. "What kind of task, Your Highness?" she asked cautiously.

Azrael uncrossed his legs and pushed himself off the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He stopped right in front of Kazi, "Undress me," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

Kazi's mind blanked. "Undress you?" she repeated dumbly. He wanted her to undress him. But why? Did he know that she was actually a woman? Well of course not...

"Surely I spoke English clearly, K. I require assistance disrobing." He smiled, a cruel smile that made her shiver despite herself.

"Hell no!" The thought of touching Azrael, let alone undressing him, made Kazi's skin crawl.

"Your Highness," she began, schooling her features into a mask of professionalism, "that is...that is the servants' job. I am not here to be your personal valet."

"We are both men," Azrael replied, his voice low and dangerous. "There is no reason why you cannot assist me. It is not as if you have never undressed another man before, K."

Kazi's heart hammered against her ribs as the prince's words sank in. She couldn't let him find out her secret. Not now.

With a sigh that spoke volumes of her frustration, Kazi stepped forward. "Fine," she muttered under her breath.

Azrael watched her with an unreadable expression as she began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. His muscles tensed beneath her fingers, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body. She forced herself not to flinch as her hands brushed against his chest, his smooth, hard skin sending a shiver down her spine. The shirt fell to the floor, revealing his pale torso and broad shoulders.

Kazi couldn't help but steal a glance, a traitorous part of her appreciating the view. "Stop it, Kazi," she warned herself internally. "He is a pain in the neck, and you know it."

Clearing her throat, she retrieved his nightshirt.

"Here," she said, her voice clipped. "I trust you can manage the rest, Your Highness."

Azrael simply nodded, his expression unreadable. He took the nightshirt from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment, sending a jolt through her disguised form.

"Dismissed," he said curtly.

Kazi practically fled from the room, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. She did not know what came over her, allowing Azrael to manipulate her like that. But she knew one thing for certain: she couldn't let him find out her secret. Not now, not while she was still undercover.