Killian's POV

My eyes tracked the up-and-down movement of Rosalind's chest as she flushed a beautiful pink.

Her voice was weak and reedy so obviously turned on out of her mind. "You are sick."

I raised my eyebrow questioningly. "Am I or are you?"

Rosalind wrapped her hand around herself as though that would be able to shield her from my words and her icy blue eyes met mine. I was surprised to see anger wed to resolve there.

I had been so sure that I had broken her. It would seem like I was about to be pleasantly surprised.

"Look Prince Killian, since I got here, you have been...