“Temporary allyship works for me,” Raegan conceded with a shrug, reaching out to take his hand. The moment their skin touched, she stiffened and nearly blacked out; it was as if a tidal wave of every human emotion slammed into her all at once. The King made a low sound of frustration and released her hand, hooking his arm through hers instead. The fabric of his suit jacket and her sweater dulled the tidal wave considerably, and Raegan straightened.
