Bianca
Instead of answering immediately, Isaac reached for my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles.
“You look lovely tonight, Princess Bianca,” he said, those blue eyes meeting mine as his lips hovered over my hand. “Absolutely radiant, in fact.”
Despite my irritation, I felt my cheeks flush at the compliment. The way he said it, so soft and sincere, made my stomach do that stupid little flutter it always did around him these days.
But I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. He had been gone all day without much of an explanation, only to show up at the event in wolf form.
I pulled him away from the crowd, toward a quieter corner near the edge of the square where we wouldn’t be the center of attention. The last thing I nee
