“I think so. But I am unsure what it means,” Fitz tentatively began.
Eliza sat patiently her gaze never wavering from the handsome profile of the king.
“Of course, I understand the meaning of love. I worded that incorrectly. What I mean is, only once has a woman captured my imagination, my every thought, makes my body tingle with desire, yet I respect whole heartedly,” he explained.
“What did your wolf say?” Eliza asked.
“Nothing. Yet,” Fitz responded, turning his head to look at his angel, his ice grey eyes locking with her bright blue ones.
Eliza gasped, her mind going numb. She wondered if he meant her, if she wasn’t alone with the all-encompassing feelings that seemed to be plaguing her every thought. Did he find it difficult to sleep, for thoughts of her? She shook her head
