King Harry turned to me, his mouth slightly parted. At the sight of him looking at me with a gaze that seemed to rake over my entire body, I felt a fire—just like last night—traveling through every part of me.
My insides coiled so tightly I thought I might burst; all I wanted to quench this fire was to feel his lips on mine again.
This is dangerous, I whispered to myself.
Matilda must have felt the shift. She had been talking and getting no response, so she paused and looked at me. "Is there something wrong?"
"No," I said, but my voice was barely steady. The King's eyes were narrowed now, trailing over every inch of me. If a look could strip someone bare, his would be the one.
"Isab..."
"Let's get to that orange house," I interjected, grabbing Matilda's hands and rushing her out of the hallway. I was afraid that if I spent another second in his presence, I would be completely engulfed in flames.
"Isabel, do you even know the way?"
