My brows rose. Axton was… doting wasn’t quite the right term, but he was certainly fussing. It was a side of him I didn’t know existed. Because he’d kept it hidden. Or maybe he’d just kept this side of himself hidden from me. The prince was full of secrets, it seemed. Axton was an enigma, a tantalizing mystery begging to be solved. Which was dangerous. Or perhaps disastrous for him.
