Carl’s body stiffened.
His gaze locked onto her, his dark eyes unfathomable.
He leaned in, so close that the tip of his nose almost brushed against hers.
The sensation in his palm made his Adam’s apple bob unconsciously.
The autumn wind howled outside the capital, but inside the room, it was eerily quiet.
She frowned slightly—perhaps she disliked the coolness of the prayer beads around his wrist.
Carl watched her, his side profile exuding a dangerous allure.
Refined, striking, and utterly unreadable.
So different from his usual self.
He lowered himself further, his fingers tracing her face as he murmured in a deep voice, “You really have no sense of danger.”
Not even he could predict what he might do next.
And yet, she slept soundly, unconcerned.
His eyes roved over her delicat
