His face was flawless—sharp, chiseled features, high cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to pierce through her very soul.
Queen Soya's heart skipped a beat, and a sensation she had never felt before rippled through her body. Her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her fingers trembled. Goosebumps prickled her skin as a wave of heat surged from her chest, filling her entirely.
Her grip on the knife faltered, and it slipped from her hand, clattering uselessly to the floor. She stumbled backward, unable to tear her gaze away from Kent's face.
Her mind screamed at her to regain control, to act, but her body refused to obey. She felt utterly hypnotized, trapped in the gravity of his presence.
Kent's lips curled into a mocking smile. "I warned you," he said softly, his voice dripping with irony.
