Rosalind's POV.
"Does it hurt?"
I looked at Prince Cillian who was using ice on my partly swollen face. I couldn't believe he had been on his way to see me when he had intercepted the assault.
I wondered what he had come to see me for so late then I flushed more. I didn't need to know. I didn't even want to know.
He looked so handsome and good-looking this up close that it was dizzying. So dizzying that I didn't respond immediately.
His close-shaven jawline was so smooth that it could cut glass and his cheekbones could have been that of a capital model.
"Rosalind?" His hazel eyes met mine questioning.
I flushed. I had forgotten to answer the question.
"No, not really. It's mostly numb."
It was. Only dull pricks still came from the area and I resisted the urge to touch it. I
