Chapter 4
His sister? Ugh. Rissa didn’t even know if she was his friend right then. She wanted nothing more than to strangle him for the way he made her heart squeeze when he said that single word. Sis.
Davion was infuriating. She’d watched him flirt with the court ladies shamelessly since he was old enough his voice didn’t c***k. Even the servants were recipients of his attention. Rissa knew his every move. He’d flip his dark hair out of his eyes and puff out his chest. It used to be humorous because there wasn’t much chest to puff out. He’d been a scrawny kid growing up.
Then, all at once he wasn’t. The Princess didn’t know when it happened, it just did. The scrawny boy became the broad-shouldered man. The blue eyes that always appeared wary as if expecting to do something wrong, were
