He stood and rummaged in a small trunk on the far wall I hadn’t noticed, returning with an oversized shirt and a thick pair of socks. “They’ll be big but will keep you warm.” 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.
