Felix and the Prince (Forever Wilde, #2)

by Lucy Lennox

“I don’t quite know if I can handle being part of all this,” I admitted in a whisper. “It terrifies me.” He gathered me against his chest and wrapped both arms around me. “Me too, but isn’t it so much better being terrified together? I’m so damned lucky I met you.”

He was dressed in a form-fitting, custom-tailored tuxedo. His face was clean shaven, and his hair was styled like a movie star’s. As he entered the room, I felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of the building. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away. His eyes were bright and sparkling as he laughed at something my sister had whispered in his ear. The sight of him happy and relaxed caught me around the ribs like a boa constrictor.

That was my heart right there, and it was walking around free as if it didn’t belong in the center of my chest.

“Your Highness?” Felix studied me as I stood there staring at him. He loved whipping out the honorific every now and then. He knew it sent all my blood rushing south. I locked eyes with him and slowly, deliberately, knelt at his feet.

IM DEAD.