Harper stared up at Saint. A dark smile lit up his features. He was the wolf, whereas she was the lamb. Or maybe she was the oil, and he was the fire, waiting to ignite her.
He strode forward, ready to take back Harper's arm to continue dancing inside the ballroom. But she stepped away, and Saint's eyebrows shot up before his lips curled further.
"Are you afraid of me?"
"I would be stupid if I weren't," Harper replied. "You've revealed your identity, and I don't know what it means! I have never heard of the nymph king, but I'm guessing you're dangerous."
"Because your father locked me up?"
"Yeah," Harper breathed. "I thought you were a weak prisoner when I released you. There wasn't any danger..." She trailed off. "But now power seems to ooze through your pores."
Saint regarded her
