Knox’s POV
I wonder what life could be like with Knox? flitted across my mind as I entered my rooms.
I smiled and leaned back against my closed door. I was sweating from the effort of not being found out as a fake. But it had clearly paid off, at least a little.
‘Aaron!’ I called over the mind-link. ‘Come see me.’
I loosened my collar and unbuttoned my jacket, feeling much more relaxed. Not that it had been any hardship being with Aira this time. Conversation had flowed easily, and we hadn’t fought. I even managed to get her back to her room without incident.
Oh, but I’d wanted to stay. I’d wanted to strip her naked and kiss every tempting inch of her. I’d settled for just her cheek.
Charming. Princes are charming.
And I’d been accused of being a lothario before.
Given the success
