Kyle kept his expression composed, but his thoughts were anything but.
The prince—Mikalius—had too much interest in him for someone who'd just met him.
His casual words, easy smiles, and laid-back posture did little to hide the sharp gleam in his eyes.
Kyle had seen it before—on schemers, on manipulators, and more than once, on a hunter stalking prey.
He had a feeling Mikalius wanted something. And he wasn't saying what.
So Kyle decided to ask.
"What do you want from me, Your Highness?"
The air between them shifted. Amanda raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
Mikalius, on the other hand, blinked, clearly stunned by Kyle's bluntness. Then, as if unable to help himself, he let out a soft chuckle.
"Well, you really don't dance around, do you?"
He said, drawing out the word.
"I don't see a reason to."
Kyle replied.
Mikalius leaned back in his chair and rested his chin on one hand.
