?Chapter 880:


    Once we slipped beyond the dining room’s threshold and out of sight, I frantically attempted to wrench my hand from Jett’s grip, but his fingers remained firmly intertwined with mine, unyielding as iron.


    “If the princes or any wandering servants glimpse us separated, suspicion would bloom like poisonous flowers,” he breathed against my ear, his voice barely audible. “Endure it just a moment longer.”


    Left with no alternative, I steeled myself against the mounting difort, each step toward our quarters feeling like an eternity as the potion’s effects intensified beneath my skin.


    Finally reaching the sanctuary of our room, I impatiently tore my hand from his grasp. “Give me space,” I hissed, desperation coloring my voice. “Just for a little while.”


    But Jett merely closed the door and advanced, capturing me in his arms.


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    Makenna’s POV:


    “What are you doing?” I asked, confused by Jett’s sudden movement. When I looked up, he was staring intently at me.


    His gaze carried a hypnotic intensity. Finally, he said in a crestfallen tone, “I’m jealous.”


    His words left me even more confused.


    “Jealous of what?” I asked.


    Jett’s grip on my hand tightened, and he replied bitterly, “I’m jealous of all the men who are close to you, especially the three princes who get all your attention. You ignore everyone else when they are around. I want you to pay more attention to me, Makenna.”


    In Jett’s eyes, I could see emotions he had long suppressed struggling to break free. The effects of the aphrodisiac grew stronger, and I tried to pull away, begging him to let me go.


    But instead of releasing me, Jett bent down and kissed me deeply on the lips.


    In that instant, my mind went nk, swallowed by the influence of the aphrodisiac. Jett seemed equally out of control as he pushed me onto the bed, tore away my clothes, and pressed himself against me.


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