Chapter 89: Close Encounters: Part Two
"Tsked"
Evanna blinked and snapped her attention back to the prince. Her lips parted slightly, but she quickly closed them. Arawn had stepped into her personal space and leaned forwards. Her breathing hitched as his face came closer to hers. Arawn’s hand glided down her leg and into her pocket, his fingers brushing her leg again as he pulled the handkerchief out. All the while, his eyes were locked with hers as her face once again heated.
Nobody had touched her leg before. Well, outside of combat. This was a light touch, one that made her head feel dizzy as she stared into his striking blue eyes.
"You should not put such a dirty handkerchief in your pocket." Arawn threw it on the ground behind him, where some guards were already lifting the body up. Another guard was placing the head in a basket, covering it with a blanket.
Evanna was staring after her handkerchief, "My hand-"
"I will get you a new one," Arawn said dismissively, "And to answer your question. Yes, the assassin is from the Eleppo mountains."
Evanna parted her lips to question further, but prince Arawn turned on the spot, ending the conversation. He looked back at her, "Come. You have not seen these gardens."
Evanna sighed. The prince was most likely going to interrogate her more, and she honestly didn’t know if she could handle that right now.
He took a step then paused after assessing her features intently. His brows drew together, and he looked.. concerned?! "Unless today’s events have been too much for you?" His lips curled into a smirk, and his eyes lit up in amusement. The prince was referring to more than what just happened now. She refrained from narrowing her eyes at this devilish prince.