Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
The gown clings to my legs as I move, the diamonds catching the light with every step, scattering its reflection across the floor.
The crowd parts.
A hush falls, just for a breath, before the room erupts into a ripple of bows and curtsies. For him. The vampire prince. Their prince. My stomach twists, but Rhysand’s hand tightens on mine, grounding me.
“Bold, little one,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “They can see you, but they won’t know you. Not truly.”
His spell hums beneath my skin, a warm pulse of magic that keeps our gazes sliding away from me.