The human’s eyes were big when he pulled away, gazing at him with all the love and adoration of a silver-winged castle puppy. Yes, she would see it all now. He was the feared Prince of the North, dangerous assassin of— She smacked him. Cress’s face recoiled to the side; his lips parted in disbelief. He dragged his gaze back to her, unable to blink. Never… Never in his faeborn life… “Don’t touch me,” the human said.
