“Soon we shall be alone,” the Prince said, “and then I will make you love me as I love you.”
Without meaning to do so, Alyna looked up into his eyes.
There was a fire blazing down at her that made her catch her breath in her throat.
It was not love that she saw, but a lust so violent, so overpowering that she shrank away as if she had opened the door on a furnace. She could feel the heat blazing forth onto her.
For a moment she was unable to move.
She could only stare at the Prince transfixed, seeing not only the fire in his eyes, but the sensuous cruelty of his lips.
“You are frightened of me,” the Prince said still in that low voice that only she could hear. “It excites me that you are frightened. You are like some small animal caught in a trap it cannot escape from.”
She could no
