“How did that topic come about?” “I can’t recall.” Crimson spread across his face. “But I do remember her bottom is firm.” Maybe he wasn’t as astute as I thought. “You groped her?” He swallowed audibly. “We were dancing…” “And? She suddenly asked you to grab her right there in the ballroom?” “Not exactly, Your Highness.” I stared until he dropped his gaze, the temperature in the room chilling by several degrees. All Princes of Sin could impact the environment around them with their displeasure. Jackson might have misread my expression, but no one misinterpreted what an icy room meant.
