“Yeah, well.” I look away, about to say something that will likely piss the prince off, when he holds up a hand, quieting me. “Don’t. Move.” I scoff. “What, is there another mosquito on my—” His hand clamps over my mouth before he whirls me around by the waist, pinning me against his solid frame. I’m stunned for a heartbeat before I contemplate biting the fingers covering my lips. But something about the way his breathing quickens makes me pause my plotting to escape his hold. And with his chest pressed against my back, I can feel his heart hammering quickly. Too quickly.
something is wrong
