Phoenix:
I was wrong. It was not his attention.
It was his undivided attention.
They must be fuming by now.
Right now, they might be smiling, but the way their jaws were clenched, I could tell they wanted to eat me alive.
"So," King Sebastian said in that warm voice that made my throat dry, "How long have you been training?"
The question didn't feel like he was trying to probe. His eyes didn't flicker, not even for a second, as if…
As if no one else in the room existed. His gaze kept wandering to my face like he had all the time in the world.
Damn! Why didn't I notice earlier? He had a fine tattoo curling out from under his shirt, reaching up his neck.
His golden eyes were looking at me with such intensity that it made my stomach tighten.
My brain tried to register his question, and then I tried to respond, but my mouth felt like it belonged to someone else.
It just didn't want to open up.
