Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince
he asks, moving toward where I’m sitting.
“No,” I say, and then the next words slip out before I can stop them. “You look like someone who makes other people blush.”
A glimmer of heat flickers in his eyes at that statement.
“Do I make you blush, Astra?”
The question is quiet, almost intimate, and it sends heat racing through my veins.
“I—No, no, you don’t,” I stammer, but my face burns even hotter at the obvious lie.
“No?”
His voice carries dark amusement as he takes in my flaming cheeks.