I hadn't realized how close he was standing until he leaned down until our noses almost touched, then put a finger to my chest—high enough not to be suggestive.
Then he gave a one-sided, cynical smile. "Actually, yes."
"Oh my word—"
He took my chin in his hand, forcing me to keep holding his eyes, that jaded smile pulling lines into his cheek on one side.
"As King, I have been educated in all aspects of royal life and leadership." A shadow passed behind his eyes. "Making love is a skill—did you know that?"
I sneered. "So you've taken enough women who were blinded by your power, or too scared of you to say no, to learn a few tricks?"
His teeth clenched and fire rose in his eyes. "No." He bit the word off. "My father made certain I was trained in the art of seduction, Zara." An eerie darkness entered his tone. "Since the age of sixteen I was… instructed."
I blinked. "Wait, how—?"
