ARIELLE
"How does it feel to be carried like a princess?" Raiden asked after a long moment, a bright, self-satisfied grin stretched across his annoyingly handsome face.
"I feel like a princess who is being carried," I shot back, turning my head away so he wouldn't see the irritation tightening my expression.
I couldn't explain it—something about being close to him made my nerves twist, as if the air around him was too warm, too intense. The nearer he was, the worse it felt to be trapped in his presence.
"Ouch," he laughed, pulling me just a little closer as if deliberately testing my patience. "Here I am, offering you my protection like a dutiful knight, and all I receive in return is a heart colder than winter frost. Truly, it must be my tragic fate to fall for the snow princess."
