A loud boom of thunder made her jump. Her back slammed the umbrella, nearly toppling them both over, but the umbrella scooped her up before she could fall. The Prince’s hand was out, his fingers dangerously close to touching her arm like he’d been about to catch her. He tore it back and shoved it in his pocket. Kate hid her own trembling hands beneath the damp sweater, and an odd look crossed the Prince’s face. “That’s right,” he said more to himself. “You’re afraid of the sky’s anger.” His voice seemed bored, but there was a strange edge to it.
