Throne of Secrets (Prince of Sin, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

“You keep rubbing your chest. Are you in pain?” There was little sense in lying. “Yes. But I can’t afford a tonic.” She strummed her fingers on the table. “When did the feeling begin?” “On the walk over here. It’s been a stressful day.” “Describe the sensation. Sharp pains. Shooting, prolonged.” I eyed her warily. “You’re awfully curious.” “Perhaps we’re both a little feline in our ways.” I laughed softly. “It feels like someone’s winding a thread around my heart, trying to lead me to them.” “I see.” Any humor we shared slowly left her expression. “Hurry along, now. The clock is ticking on how much time you’ve got left with the book.” “Aren’t you going to diagnose me?” “Whatever you’re suffering from, I can’t address with a tonic or tincture.” She seemed to consider her words carefully. “But the prince might have answers you seek.” “Why would he…” I cursed. The oath. I assumed this was an effect he failed to disclose. “I think I know exactly what’s wrong. And it’s six feet four inches of troublesome demon.” “It seems so.” Sascha laughed softly. “You never disappoint, Miss Saint Lucent. I understand why you get under his skin.” I smiled sweetly. “Hopefully like an incurable rash.”