Looking cheap as always sat, Fionn the thief on the rail of her window. Images of Prince Fionn who was neatly cladded in his boyish outfit that exuded wealth flashed across Afina's mind.
She began to compare the two divine figures and decided that there was no way in hell this outlaw could be Prince Fionn.
Wait...
What was she thinking? That Prince Fionn would stoop so low and stalk someone like her?
Hell no!
Prince Fionn couldn't be this hooligan who sneaks up on girls through their windows.
Moving closer to him, Afina landed a spank on his head. "What if I was naked?!" She exclaimed sternly.
His hand went straight forward to hold hers before she could retract it. His eyes were dimmed and the icy blue irises danced in them.
Again, Afina was frozen from movement, reminding her of her encounter with Prince Cargan. Perhaps, her lack of interaction with men had caused her into developing a phobia for them.
