“You poisoned me.” I widened my eyes and pressed my hand over my cleavage. It did as intended, drawing his gaze like a bird to the sky, as I breathed, “I do beg your pardon, Prince.” His teeth scraped his lower lip as he straightened from the wall. “The atrocious things I would do just to see you do that.” Unless I ran, there was little else to do but play along. “Do what?” “Beg,” he said,
