As a Prince of Sin, Axton could sense desire. And he’d certainly noticed, given the sudden intensity of his expression. He dragged his attention over me, his eyes blazing with some emotion I couldn’t quite identify. For a moment, it felt like he’d burned away every layer of my defenses and saw every secret desire I’d ever had. In the next instant, his expression shuttered. “Are you fevered?” he demanded. “No.” “Chilled?” “No. Why?” “You clearly must be ill if you’re—” He abruptly shut his mouth, adopting that roguish grin he wore so well. “I don’t wish to catch whatever malady you’re suffering
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