Celina hated the uncomfortable hands that were wrapped around her body. Especially when it belonged to this pervert of a Prince. She pushed him off her body after the third trial and stepped away from him.
"Do me a favour and never lay a finger on me,"
"That's a hard promise to fulfil, sweetheart. Your body is soft and..."
"That's enough!" She groaned in frustration, slipping her fingers into her hair.
Celina glanced around, her gaze sharp. She was making sure she wasn't been watched by anyone. She didn't want rumours to spread about her meeting with the first prince in secret. She already had more than enough rumour spreading around her.
Ghost girl!
Engaged to the third prince!
Chosen One!
There mustn't be anything about her, and the first prince or her ghost life in the academy is going to be bye-bye.
She turned her head, and her eyes met with the prince, who was still looking at her with dreamy eyes.
