Elysia stood there in silence for a second, frown covered her forehead. This man standing there knew who she was? Or did he just call her princess accidentally.
Realization hit her soon. She was still caged between his strong arms, which saved her from the blast. How on earth even he anticipated the blast? Was he behind it? A thousand thoughts again clouded her head.
She put her palm on his chest, as she said, “move.”
The man didn't bulge.
He is surprisingly tall, like dad! He might even be taller. And the way he is built… like a mountain of muscles. And then she realized he had no scent. Was he masking it? And his aura was somehow screaming danger.
Instead of moving, he grabbed her hand which was touching his chest and pulled it above her head. Then he intentionally leaned in, his
