Knox’s POV
Aira’s cheeks were flushed, and she wouldn’t look at me.
She was acting just the way she had in the library in Erupting Eclipse when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Well, the way she’d acted after.
I wondered if her dreams the night before had been as steamy as mine. It had been all I could do not to go kick down her door after my dream ended so abruptly at the most inconvenient moment.
Be charming, I reminded myself. Aira believed princes were charming. Charming princes did not kick down doors to ravish innocent young maidens.
Oh, but I’d wanted to. So, so badly.
“Are you feeling all right, Aira?” I asked, trying to sus out what the problem was.
“Fine! Fine,” Aira said quickly then looked fixedly back down at her breakfast of which she had consumed very little
