Magnus had to admit the girl was an excellent actress. With his lips pressed to hers, he could have sworn he tasted warm honey rather than cold venom in her response. And he also had to admit, if only to himself, that such unexpected sweetness had coaxed a much longer kiss than he’d originally planned. The princess was dangerous yet could appear so very innocent to one who didn’t know the truth—much like a spider and her shimmering web.
