Chapter 40

Celia

I was hanging by the harness and had climbed almost 15 feet high when I heard a very familiar voice behind me.

It was Jasper.

And he was standing in his training gear.

And obviously, he was pissed.

And, it was directed at me.

Boy, I was fucked. No surprises there.

“My lady, do you need a ladder to climb down?”

He asked in a mocking tone. I turned around to meet his eyes but my stupid gaze fell on his body as usual.

He was wearing a thin vest and grey shorts. The muscles in his chest were very visible and so were the tattoos or whatever they were on his chest.

I had been gawking at his very prominent chiseled chest but the tattoos reminded me of how I could not roam my hands over them even if I wanted to.

Thus, I forced my eyes to travel up and rest on his face. His silver eyes were cold and staring at me with a low simmering rage.

Grace was quick to put distance from both of us and pretend to be fascinated by the wall. The other guards too looked around as if not knowing what wa