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He looks away, his jaw tightening as he thinks something over. “I just wanted to give you your dress back.”
“And why did you have it to begin with?”
He looks back at me, and I decide I hate those gray eyes. They don’t fit him, and they unsettle me, like he’s hiding behind them. And maybe he is. He inches another step closer. “Talis took it. He dragged me out of bed after he saw you this morning and forced me to bring it to you.”
My brow furrows. “The fuck?”
His lip quirks at that. “You’ve got a mouth on you, you know?”
“Yeah, and it’s about to curse a whole lot more if you don’t start making some damn sense,” I grind out.
“He said he was wrong last night,” The Prince says as if it isn’t a vague-ass explanation.
I press my lips together in annoyance.
The Prince sucks in a breath, then rubs the back of his neck. “He said I should’ve kissed you during the game.”
What the actual fuck?Laughter bubbles up my throat. “You’re kidding me, right?”
He grimaces. “Afraid not.”
“And why does Talis get to decide who you can or can’t kiss?” I demand.
He sighs and leans his hand against the bedpost beside my head. “There’s so much I can’t say, Zora. Can it just be enough for today that I need to kiss you?”
“No, absolutely not.” I reach a hand up to yank his mask off, because frankly, I’m tired of games.
He catches my wrist, his lips curling back in a venomous expression. “Don’t.”
“I’ll do as I damn please.” I wrench my wrist free. “Why should I respect you, if you won’t respect me?”
“I do respect you.”
I laugh. “Funny.”
“Ido,” he insists.
“You don’t even know me.” I move around him to leave.
The Prince stretches out an arm and catches me by the front of my waist.
Every muscle in my body clenches.
“Zora,” he breathes, his lips close to my ear.
A shiver whips down my spine. I try to say something, anything – maybe even the same damn speech I gave Talis – but my mouth dries out, and the heat in my abdomen rises as he pulls me toward him.Fuck. The tension in my body builds to a breaking point. If it tips over the edge, I’m screwed. I’ll kiss him. No, more than that.Much, much more.
“I’ll tell you everything soon,” he promises, his stern expression shifts into something wistful. His chest presses against mine, and his other arm snakes around me. He holds me firmly in his grasp, his fingers digging into the back of my corset.
I curse myself as I meet his gaze. I still hate his eyes, and I know they must be an illusion.What if everything about him is fake?My focus drifts to his mask, and my fingers reach up again.
The Prince catches them against his cheek and holds them there, his eyelashes fluttering closed for a moment before he stares at me with so much lust, I know my conviction doesn’t stand a chance.
“I won’t kiss a man in a mask. I know your eyes are an illusion, so at least let me see your face,” I say, and I’m surprised by how soft my voice is.
Surprise slides over his features. “You can see through my illusion?”
“Just your eyes.”
