Throne of Secrets (Prince of Sin, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

I suddenly became aware of several sets of eyes turning my way, the columnists all stealing glances in my direction. I commanded myself to breathe. To look as bored as possible, to appear completely unaffected by all the pomp and circumstance taking place on the stage. An impossible feat when I realized why everyone’s attention had shifted to begin with. Axton had spotted me in the crowd, his expression thunderous. For one horrifying moment, I thought he’d come storming over and put me over his knee like he’d threatened. Honestly, given the narrowing of his gaze, he looked like he was contemplating doing just that. An unwelcome heat spread through me. Perhaps I was coming down with a fever. Instead of slinking away, I offered him a slight incline of my head, refusing to be cowed by his displeasure.