As she stared at His Highness Prince Rafael Ignis, she understood exactly what Dora and Cai meant when they talked about the instant attraction thing. Holy hell. It was like she was a candle, and Rafe was the matchstick, striking her alight with even a fleeting touch.
The briefest brush of their hands had left her shaken, her nerves tingling like live wires. Her body was hyper-aware of his proximity, her mind a chaotic mess of thoughts she didn't want to entertain. Bloody hell! Who carried that kind of magnetism, that ability to command attention and set hearts racing? It was practically unfair. How was it that random women weren't sticking to him like magnets every time he walked into a room?
