*Eva Flowers POV*
I stared in awe at the exposed skin of Prince Erik. The ripple of his muscles beneath the grime of travel and the thin sheen of sweat made my cheeks flush and red. I kept my head down and focused on tending to his wounds so that he would not see my face fill with … a want.
The only problem was that there were hardly any wounds. I had watched the fight between Erik and Hawke and had witnessed the blade slice Prince Erik. It was well known among the wolves that royalty laced their blades with poison to stop their foes from healing.
And yet when I searched Eric for any of these poison cuts all I found were faded scars, nearly invisible. I was in awe, shocked. Wracked with the need to attend to this man’s every whim. I had been in awe of him since he was a young prince and I was a small servant girl in King Vadon’s palace.
