FIONA
As I sat in his chair, Ethan’s fingertips brushed my shoulders and when I looked up at him, I knew he was asking if I was okay.
I nodded quickly and hoped not everyone in the room could see how much heat was flooding my face.
The prince nodded sharply and turned back to his men and the meeting resumed from where it left off. I barely heard more than a few words however because I was too busy watching him.
There was something about the way that he shifted seamlessly from the man concerned about me to the one who could command a room filled with other powerful men.
I had never really seen the Prince holding court or meetings before. His presence filled the room without effort and even though most of the men around the table were twice his age, they listened when he spoke, defe
