Kian looked at her for one still moment, and then, just as Isabella was trying very hard to keep her face serious and queenly and completely unaffected by the whole matter of him almost taking off his hide skirt in front of her, he let out a low laugh.
It was not a loud laugh, and it was not the kind of laugh that belonged to someone amused by the world in general. It was soft, deep, and brief, like a little sound that had slipped out before he could stop it, and because it came from him of all people, it felt even more dangerous.
Isabella's face became hotter at once.
She hated that he could do that.
No, hate was too strong.
She hated that he could do that and look good while doing it.
